Holy shit, you guys. Holy shit. I’m a motherfucking marathoner.
I never—but NEVER—would have done as well as I did if not for this woman here. No exaggeration. There is no one else on this planet I would have wanted to cross that finish line with.
Now everything hurts and I kind of want to die and we have to drive back to Bloomington, but I am happy. So happy and damn proud.
I have to play MAD CATCH-UP when I get back to school, so it might be awhile before a proper recap (let’s see if I even remember anything…it’s all a blur).
And tumblr, well…my feels about you deserve more than a few tossed-off sentences. Tbc.