YIPPEE! Fuzzy Ran a Marathon! I am soooo proud of him. He is amazing, and my hero. He did a nice write-up of the event on his blog, and so I am going to do a photo tour of our weekend in New Orleans.
We arrived on Friday afternoon, and decided to get some food at Mother's, a restaurant that we used to go to when we would go to New Orleans as a kid. I got the seafood sampler--always a winner.
We went to the expo Friday night to get Fuzzy's race packet!
Photo Op!
New Orleans is one of my all time favorite places in the whole world. I hadn't been since 2006, so it felt good to be back. We spent Saturday trying to not walk around TOO much, nor get too toasty drunk.
This was one of those guys who just stands there. (below)
We heard so much good music and saw so many neat things, like the Violin Monster and a guy in a horse costume with nails on his back. We also ate some super yummy food.
Sunday morning, we got up bright and early and had some pre-marathon beignets from Cafe Du Monde.
Then it was time to start the marathon!
Go Fuzzy Go!
I wandered around some and saw him at aout mile 7.5! Oh yeah, and I was sick with a cold, so I spent a lot of time out in the cold air.
Here he comes! We did a shirt-swap here.
Then I got some breakfast, and a mimosa to go. Drinking on the street!
Then I saw this dog. I regret not petting it. I mean, LOOK AT THIS DOG!!!
I then took the shuttle to City Park where I hung out til I saw Fuzzy again. It was at about mile 25.5, so I saw a lot of people about to finish. Look at this vision of perfection!
I told him he only had one loop left to go, and I would meet him at the finish! (Fun fact, I also saw my friend from high school Ashley Mason running! Neat!)
Here he comes!
DONE! 26.2 miles!
We celebrated with free Michelob Ultra! Yum?
The medal was awsome. Beads!
Part 2 coming soon!
Way to go fuzzy! I am jealous he had the confidence to eat beignets before the race. And I WISH I would have seen you- I may have missed you because I may or may not have been in a state of delirium at mile 25.5 if that was where you were standing:).
That's EXACTLY why I didn't call our your name! Cause it took me a second to realize that it was you, and I was looking like a weirdo sitting on the sidewalk, and had I jumped up and called your name in your final mile, I was afraid that I was going to startle you and make you twist your ankle or something. So I let you pass me by. My regret is that I didn't go see you at the finish line!
xoxoox