We hear much about the hills in the later part of the course, and Andrew alternates back and forth with a fellow runner who passes him on every downhill only for Andrew to overtake him going back uphill moments later. There is a sense of camaraderie palpable in the air, a certain respect that the runners share for each other. It’s a race, sure, but overall they are all in this together; just to finish is quite a feat.
“Here comes number 338, all the way from New York City.” The announcer is having a good time as he calls out each runner’s name as they cross the finish line, and local cheerleaders form a row to welcome the incoming runners.
Andrew finishes 60th in just over four hours, and Emily finishes half an hour later in four hours and 40 minutes with the largest smile on her face I’ve ever seen. It was surprisingly emotional because I know how much hard work went into this moment. I’m so proud of her.
Amazingly, we are back at the beach a few hours later, I’m tired just from watching them run. I don’t know how Emily and Andrew are still standing.