This is a picture of Liz and I after the marathon. I still can't believe we finished it. While not going according to plan, nevertheless what really does? The Army has certainly taught me that a plan is great, but expect it to change once the battle begins. So, too, did our run. I was able to go 17 miles before having to do the walk/run routine. We finished in 5 hours 29 minutes and 30 seconds - 30 seconds earlier than our goal. I think we would have hit the 5 hour mark if I didn't stop to walk. Afterwards, we realized we trained perfectly for a half marathon...but had signed up for the full. I know what I have to do before the next - more long runs, and learn to run with food in your belly. Scary thought - I am thinking of doing this again. There is one being held this Fall up at the DMZ. Liz will be back in the States, so I am looking for compadres! One thing I have learned is that God can be found anywhere. Around mile 4, with the rain starting to come down, an older Korean gentleman was about to pass us. He asked how many marathons we had run. After replying that this was our first, we learned that this was his thirteenth. We also learned that he was the trainer for beginning runners in his runner's club. He decided then and there to accompany us for the remainder of the race. Whatever plan he had, he threw out the window and encouraged us and gave advice along the way. What an amazing gift! Stranger yet - once my right knee and ankle stop aching, I am thinking of going on a run! Love, Mona