We were in Houston this past weekend to watch my son, Charlie, run his first marathon. I didn't realize how one of these events takes over your life with all the preparation and training.
Just trying to figure out a route for us fans to see him in several places along the run took us an few hours.
To the right, with a gigantic boom, the racers were off just as the sun started to peak into downtown Houston.
There were 17,000 runners, so the whole was congested -- that became painfully obvious when we tried to catch the light rail to the next vantage point only to find out it wasn't running. We had to scramble for taxis to get there.
At the 10 mile marker (lrft), Charlie sees us and shows us he's got plenty of steam and stamina. He would need it. At that point, he had 16.213 miles left to go. ( a marathon is actually 26.213 -- but it's the first 26.2 miles that are the hardest)
At the top. with less than a mile to go, Charlie's friend, Matthew, runs along beside him to egg him on to the finish line.
We are now back safe in New Orleans and ready to keep posting from here. By the way it was my daughter Vicky's XX birthday -- you know, not over the hill, but you can see the other side. And my son, Shawn, announced this week end he is going back to school this semester to get his teaching certificate.
A lot going on for 48 hours. Hope you had a relaxing weekend.