26.2

My wife is officially now a superhero. As if giving birth to my two children two different ways wasn't enough, she has now completed her first marathon. Twenty-six decimal two miles. I cannot imagine nor want to fathom running this far. I detest running.

Sure, I can sit on a bike for 6-plus hours and 100-plus miles. I can assure you that this does not compare. Enduring a broken arm, 3 broken feet, a possible broken hip, and some serious gastrointestinal problems, I watched KD never give up her goal. Through all of this and having virtually no meniscus in her right leg, she did it. She did it well.

6:30 in the morning and I was there to send her off. The weather was brisk and the crowd thick. An hour and a half, a Starbucks, and 12 miles later, Coco and I are back to cheer her on. Looking good. Just 14 miles to go, see you at mile 15...or not. Did she stop? Nope. Was she in trouble? Nope. Are we morons? Yep. Truth is, KD was haulin' ass. After missing her for nearly eight miles, she reappeared with 4 to go. Time for us to haul. Load up the kids and rush to the finish.

The finish clock read 4:09:16, which is more sleep than she got in the previous night, thanks to some rotten milk. Nothing like the smell of regurgitated chicken-parm and milk. That is a story for another time. For now her goal was met, not bad for a first marathon, and I don't anticipate this being her last.

I already knew that you were phenomenal and now so does everyone else. Just see for yourself.

Thanks to everyone who supported her and especially those that were there to share it with us.