So just about all of my friends and family have been incredibly supportive, but NOBODY has been more supportive, more encouraging (and more proud) than my husband. He has been amazing throughout my training and he was there for me all the way on Sunday.
The girls spent the night with Cera so that Matt could drive me downtown where he stayed all throughout the race. He was there shortly after the beginning of the race and showed up at different spots on the entire course. I don't know how he did it, but he kept showing up everywhere! He had a whistle and many times I could hear him before I could see him. Whenever we passed him he was clapping, whistling, waving and cheering us on. With each and every time I saw him, I got more energy and wanted to keep going even more.
Later we saw Matt standing next to a police officer who was directing traffic. However, with Matt whistling and waving his arms, it was more like he was directing it. Not sure if the police officer appreciated it, but it was too funny...
Apparently Matt (by now dubbed "the guy with the whistle by many runners) got several hugs at the finish line from some ladies thanking him from being out on the course cheering everyone on.
I realize that I ran the marathon all on my own, but with the help from this...
... I was able to get this:
Thanks for being there and for cheering me on, babe. I love you!