Best husband ever

I have the best husband ever!

Mojo and I did our longest training for the Vegas Half today and Lee, the best husband ever, was our roving water station.  Armed with at least 4 books (how long did he think we'd take?!), he patiently waited at our 5 and 8 mile checkpoints with our water bottles. 

The day was overcast and misty when we started our run in the Marina but damn, it turned out to be one amazingly beautiful day by the time we crossed the Golden Gate bridge back into the Marina at mile 5.  See pics from Mojo's posting: http://dennis.mojado.org/105-miles-of-sf-grandeur. 

Miles 1 - 3 sucked: shins burned and burned and burned.
Miles 4 & 5 were FAST: freakin' Mojo and his downhill pace. 
Mile 5ish: awed by how beautiful the city looked with the Marina Green a deep emerald green in the foreground.
Mile 5 - 8: slower, chatty pace where Mojo and I...well, chatted.
Mile 9.8ish: started to book it with goal mileage in sight.
Mile 10ish: Mojo doesn't stop and keeps going.
Mile 10.1ish: cursing Mojo and spilling the Gatorade I was chugging, I keep running.
Mile 10.5ish: done running for the day!  Proud of us -- we did it and no one was limping, crying or both by the end of it.  Oh, and there was bacon.  Perfect.