Ok, this picture has nothing to do with my first marathon, but it’s cute, and you can never have too many cute Pancake pictures. I did my first marathon in 2000, the Motorola here in Austin. I trained all alone, and did my long runs during the week before nursing school, because I worked on weekends. All was well until I got achilles tendonitis a month or so out. My longest run was only 16 miles. I took a bunch of time off, and signed up for the marathon the day before at the Expo. I figured I needed one of those gel thingies. So I bought one only. Race day came. Mike dropped me off at the start, I said see you in 3 and half to 4 hours. All was just fine until about 23 miles, when I hit the wall. I struggled over the last 3 miles and finished in 3:29. Still better than what I can run today. I found Mike and dry heaved the whole way to the car and swore I would never do that again, and that I hated it. Famous last words…..The next day I had clinicals for nursing school. I thought I might die. I couldn’t walk down stairs for a week. I’ve done it every year since, except for the year I gradulated and got married, I ran the half. New course this year…I can’t wait!