I could not believe it the day after, and I still cannot believe it a week later. For the past seven months, John & I have been training six days a week for anywhere from one to five hours a day. It was easy at first and progressively got harder as the volume increased. We turned down dinners, concerts, weekends away, countless beers, our dog got pudgy, we woke up before the sun, we ate whatever we wanted and were cranky when we couldn't, we trained in the summer heat and the cold mornings of early fall. We did it to prove to ourselves that we could. And we did. We crossed the line when all bodily signs pointed towards stop/rest/quit/sit. John said it was the most humbling experience of his life. I could not agree more.
[photos by Lizzy]