My dearest darling Daniel ran his first official half marathon today. Being the
supporting wife that I am, I chose to do this post instead of being at the finish line to cheer him on. I can admit it, I am a schmuck.
He did really well, except at mile 10 when he puked. 4 TIMES! Poor poor Daniel. But after the contents of his stomach were spewed on the side of the road, he jumped back in and finished the race. "What a man, what a man, what a man, what a man, what a mighty good man!" Way to go hun!