Our early morning went something like this:

Coffee for me, donut holes for the girls.

Cruising along, Houston bound

We made it in plenty of time. Erika is enjoying the parade of runners at this point.

Our marathon finisher! Yah Martin/ Daddy!

I am very proud of him. I love that he pushes himself to do crazy things - like marathons. I haven't been inspired to attempt a full marathon, but a half may be in my future. Either way - he did it & I am so happy for him!
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