The Flying Pig

Last Sunday, we woke up at the crack of dawn (5:00 AM!) & headed downtown for Creag's second Half Marathon.

I managed to sneak in a few pictures while he was stretching. 

Lemme tell you, I've been admiring his arms ever since!
Mmh, Mmh, Mmh:)

It was crazy to see the THOUSANDS of people behind the starting line.
Makes me wish I was motivated enough to run 13.1 miles.
But, let's be serious, that'll never happen!

My view of the runners at the starting line.

Creag had a goal set of finishing the race in 2 Hrs flat, so I kind of knew when to put my book away & be looking for him.  He crossed the starting line at about 6:36, so when 8:36 passed & he hadn't crossed I felt myself become a little bummed.  It was his goal, & I knew it was important to him so I kind of felt his pain.  He had worked so hard for this & I really wanted to see him make it in 2 hrs.:(

He finished in 2 Hrs & 5 Minutes.

(he's the one in the bright orange shorts)

 I have to say, that he looked so much better crossing the finish line this time.  His first Half Marathon, not kidding he looked like he was about to die!  He looked exhausted.  He looked like he was in pain.  He just didn't look good at all.  Not this time though.  He looked good!

Stretching afterward.

He wasn't too hard on himself for not making the 2 Hrs.  We both knew that if there weren't so many people that he would've hit it, no doubt.  It was just way too congested at first, & he had to do way too much zig-zagging to get around people.  We're traveling to Chicago early June, & there just happens to be a Half Marathon while we're there, so he's gonna sign up & try for the 2 Hrs. again.  He won't move on to the full Marathon until he hits it, so we shall see how it goes!