So I married a marathon-er.

 

{Yes. I am wearing a down winter coat. On May 15th. That is just all kinds of wrong}

I am so proud of him.  26.2 miles.  There is no way on God's green earth that anyone could ever get me to run 26.2 miles. That's why there are bikes. And cars. Walk? Sure (for charity). Run? Hells to the no.

So I am in awe of those who can make their bodies do that.  Who have the determination and strength.

The sea of runners and supporters, trying to stay warm

 

gear bags

 a runner trying to keep warm, post-race

 Winter coats and hats were the norm for spectators. And this would not be a WI race event without beer.

{the runners had tickets on the bottom of their #s. one bratwurst, two beers. gotta love WI}

 The Lone Ranger

This guy had some courage. He ran through Lambeau with his Bears flag. Lots of jeers and boos.

 Hubs, entering Lambeau, still alive and kickin'!

 There he is...#1657! Almost finished! Right after this, he ripped off the Naoplean Dynomite headband and whipped it at me, hitting my camera lens and leaving a big salt streak! EWWWW!

 About to cross the finish line!!

He finished in 04:03:57

And he swears he will never. Not ever. Do it again.