Well I did it! Journy completed and a lifetime of friends beginning. Fri when I arrived in San Francisco I got to my hotel room and cried. I was there. All the training, finding a babysitter, getting up before Jesus, raising money for the lymphoma and Leukemia Society was all for this. My husband just held me and said how proud he was! Sat nights pasta party (getting to carb up before the day) was amazing. I expected to walk in and eat. NO NO NO! As I entered the building there were hundreds of people lining the aisle we walked yelling, screaming, clapping, holding posters of their loved ones we raised money for, and congratulating us. I could not help but cry. As I walked and saw the true appreciation, love and excitement I could not help but lose it!! UNBELIEVABLE!! We had some awesome speakers. Amy, a cancer survivor, shared her story and once again I cried. So stinking amazing. How can you not have done this is what I kept thinking. Sunday we all met at 5 15am. One last early morning. As we walked to the start line at Union Square I was anxious, nervous, excited, and overwhelmed by so much more. Oh and cold, it was like 56 degrees! Well with about 25,000 or more other runners, we all got to the start line. There were so many people that when the gun went off, which I never heard, we didnt start for another 10 or so minutes! And we were off. I could not believe the crazy amount of people that were running. It was insane. The route was beautiful. It was about mile 5 that the hills began! I must say running Claremont Mountian made a huge difference. I did not find the hills that bad. Also having my friend Alissa running next to me was encouraging. She rocks! The run was great all in all till about mile 19, I hit the wall!! I was beat down, my back, pelvis, knees and butt were going to blow up!! Alissa and I were separated and it got rough. My family (sister, bro, sister in law, cousin and dad) were all over the coarse. It was awesome to see them. It gave me adrenaline and encouragement! I could not of made it without them. By mile 22 I wanted to cry and stop, but I pushed. At mile 25 my mom and Dave was there and it was like seeing angels. Then my coach, Sara, appeared and ran with me. That lifted my spirits and gave me just a little more help. We put our arms out and flew like an airplane. Then at mile 25.5 I saw two angels. It was my husband and my kiddo. Peanut yelled and cheered for me. She yelled "Go mama" "Be careful" "You can do it" after that I knew I would make it!!! Finish line here I come! Then I saw my sister and them and the tears flowed...... I was about to cross the finish line......there it was just like they said. men in tuxes holding out little turqoises Tiffany boxes at the line. LOL and then I CROSSED!! 5 hours and twenty minutes I did it. Face covered with dry salt, barely moving, and tears flowing...... I DID IT!!!