As you all know by now, instead of running the marathon today, I was a spectator. Or, rather, I was a cheerleader. I led the American Cancer Society’s cheer station just past mile 18 in Little Italy.
While I was never actually a cheerleader, I was on the pom squad / dance team in high school, which is close enough. So … once a cheerleader, always a cheerleader … this time I had cowbells instead of pom poms. But I shook them with the same dedication.
Being on the north side of the street meant we were looking directly into the sun and it was hard to get a good pic. AND, I forgot to wer sunscreen and got a little bit of a burn.
Pete is in the white shirt.
I GOT A FEVER. AND THE ONLY CURE IS … MORE COWBELL.
El Esposo joined me. I kept babbling on and on about running this, and Rita Jeptoo that and Amy Hastings yadda yadda … I told him this is what it feels like to me when we watch football.
My cousin came out to support her roomie, Agnes
This would work very well for me
American Sweatheart teammate Kate looking good at mile 18
The Joker, Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy ran together.
My cheer station cheering for the back of the pack. Our cheer station was basically me, my husband, and a group from Hansberry College Prep. They totally got a second wind once it looked like we had reached the back-of-the-pack runners, it was awesome!
Congratulations to all the marathoners, especially first timers Agnes, Meghan, my non-blogging friends Jessica (who I didn’t see, sad face) and Kate!
And even though I didn’t run today, my mentees and I raised a combined $25,853 for the fight against cancer! And my knee is kind of improving?