So have you heard? I came, I saw, I conquered. I won't go so far as to say I kicked that Portland Marathon's trash because I think the reverse may have happened.
By the time I crossed the finish line the marathon banners were down and they were decorating for Christmas. OK not really but close. They were all still there waiting with open arms as Amy and I crossed that finish line bruised, broken, maybe a little tear stained.
We were immediately given a medal and wrapped in space blankets for our trip down the gauntlet of 12 year old volunteers. We were then presented with all the traditional gifts only in multiples. I think they were anxious to clean up and go home for I received not one Oregon Conifer seedling but a bag of 20, not one rose but a whole handful, a wide sea of arms handing us Orange Juice, candy, snacks, the whole nine yards. It was an amazing ordeal. Amy said it was both the best and worst experience of her life and I might agree that it came close to both of those for me too.
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