Yesica and I ran the unthinkable. But I must thank mom and dad for coming to cheer us on. From waking up at the crack of dawn, to hanging out in a downtown Oakland coffee shop, to running for hours through the ghettos of Oakland that were transformed into a spirited race atmosphere. We ran past Lake Merritt, past people who were down strapped to oxygen tanks and IVs (dehydration? bonking?) to people of all shapes and sizes working it. Work it, work it! What a great way to spend a Sunday. And, thank you, Gu, I couldn't have done it without you.

Prerace jitters.

The starting line.

Saying hello at mile 9!

Bee bopping by at mile 12!

Sprinting to the finish line.