Running through the eyes of my son

Running Your First 13.1
(as told through photos of my son)

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In the first installment of “as told through photos of my son” I got you to the starting line if your first big race. Today, you’re going to run the race, from getting out of bed race morning to crossing the finish line.

So without further delay:

Running Your First 13.1 (as told through photos of my son)

Running Your First 13.1 (as told through photos of my son)
You’re finally getting used to getting out of bed before the sun.
Running Your First 13.1 (as told through photos of my son)
You remember you have to run 13.1 miles.
Running Your First 13.1 (as told through photos of my son)
So you eat a hearty breakfast
Running Your First 13.1 (as told through photos of my son)
Kiss your partner goodbye
Running Your First 13.1 (as told through photos of my son)
Show up to the start with your game face on . . .
Running Your First 13.1 (as told through photos of my son)
You’re all smiles when the gun goes off!
Running Your First 13.1 (as told through photos of my son)
You realize you forgot to use Body Glide
Running Your First 13.1 (as told through photos of my son)
And Nip Guards
Running Your First 13.1 (as told through photos of my son)
By the time you make it half way, you feel like a warrior!
Running Your First 13.1 (as told through photos of my son)
Until you realize it’s just the half way point . . .
Running Your First 13.1 (as told through photos of my son)
When you’re at mile 9 and someone says “you’re almost there!”
Running Your First 13.1 (as told through photos of my son)
You just play it off when you see that cutie from your run club.
Running Your First 13.1 (as told through photos of my son)
Then you’re at mile 13!
Running Your First 13.1 (as told through photos of my son)
And you finally see the finish line!


And when you cross the finish line and you’re like
 

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