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Sore legs, but not sore pride

After all the early Saturday mornings to "beat the heat" and "get this long run overwith", my wife finally achieved a feat she will never, ever do again . . . run a marathon. And I finally got what's been plaguing me since I've met my wife . . . run the Chicago Marathon. Injuries, lack of funds, and just all around laziness have prevented me from running the Chicago Marathon, and finally I got to experience the thrill of running my 3rd marathon. Angela encountered her first marathon here, and was both nervous and excited before the run. She did quite well for her first time, 5 hours 28 minutes. And I accomplished my goal to beat my 2003 Marine Corps Marathon time, coming in at 4 hours 34 minutes. Nothing could please me more than to see Angela running a marathon for the first time. We are both quite sore, but not in spirit. I still think Angela will go for another one (even though it's probably years and years away) because I really think she enjoyed the overall experience. You don't have to ask me twice, but don't ask me too soon. I'm ready for my next marathon, but as to when . . . not anytime soon.

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