What seems like a thousand years ago, Jenn had asked if I was interested in running the Philadelphia Marathon. Since (at this time) I was pretty committed to the Mankato Marathon, and knowing my high incidence of injury after marathons I had to decline. And then her trip back home ended up getting cancelled.
Well imagine my surprise when she decided she'd come back anyway to run the race, and ZOMG I SHOULD TOTALLY COME! I was in! To spectate! Because 26.2 miles hurts.
But of course my brain wasn't satisfied with that, so before I knew it.........