13.1 here I come - Updated

It's 4:47 AM and I am leaving for the Memorial Marathon. The wind is only blowing about 92 miles per hour so I should be fine.

I think I'll go throw up now.

I came, I saw, I endured. Do I feel some huge sense of accomplishment? No, not yet. Although I do plan on talking about this incessantly with any and every person I come into contact with for the next 6 months. Because that is completely enduring and not annoying at all. And whenever I do delve into the gory details about my most amazing physical fete to date I am sure I will leave out the part about my head feeling fuzzy, my body feeling like jello, and the grotesque state of my intestinal track. I will also leave out the part where I curled up in the fetal position rocking back and forth while vowing to never do anything so stupid again.

Yah, I'll definitely only talk about the good parts, whenever I can come up with some.