Not only was it an accomplishing feat, but the run in itself was beautiful. Think of concrete, brick roads surrounded by historic, southern houses with giant porches, blooming dogwoods on a sunny saturday morning, giant monument statues of old civil war leaders that mark every roundabout you pass, and (lordy) the people. Imagine running with hundreds of people down
the same brick road as you all pass by cheerleaders, volunteers handing you cups of water and powerade, dozens of rock bands, and you look to your right and see a giant squirrel chasing a paper mache acorn, a tornado, and a man holding a washing machine. Next year perhaps i'll wear something more awesome than 3 shirts plus 2 pairs of pants (after all it was 36 degrees that morning).
And! The New York runners (Steph, Jacob, Francis, and I) got to see the sites and eat the food that is Richmond. Even with a short lived flat tired drama towards the end of the Richmond vacation, everything was a worthwhile adventure.