From hero to hobo

The marathon went great! Everyone finished, and Deb and Fawn made it in under 5 hours.

Crazy girls.

This is them after 10 miles - still looking pretty happy:

And here they are at the end, just so geeked to be finished.

The backs of the tees turned out really well. Who would have thought vinyl and spraypaint would work so well, at least on the technical shirts.

Deb says that the boards were warmer than the chilly air, and THAT's why she laid down. Sure Deb...sure.

And now, after have accomplishing her goal, she is now without a dream. She has gone the way of so many marathoners before her - that of the Sea Isle marathon hobo. Only booze can sustain her, and always champagne, to remind herself of the glory that has gone before, and the misery that remains.... And, as our friend Greg says, "pretty soon she'll start selling crack to support her running shoe habit."

For the dignity of her abandoned husband and kitty, I pray that is not the case. If you have some time, send a prayer up for all former marathon runners, turned hobos.

There are more pictures here.