The Training Log

There is a whole lot of text I want to add describing the shots, blah, blah...  Basically, I ran, and ran, and ran.

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Here are the credits and thanks:

First, my wife.  For the Sammy Adams at the end of the race, and for putting up with all the assorted bullshit of a husband running around for a few months.

My mother, for the drive, tenacity, and courage to do something this friggin' crazy.

My brother, SGT MAC, because if not for him I would never have exercised in my life and would never have tried this.

My wife's brother, Dan, for taking me to the bike shop, which made me want a bike, then the bike got me in shape, then I could run again!

Morty, for being the only reader of my daily journal.

Uncle Pat, for being the only other McCarthy to run without police or drill sergeant motivation.

Zerbo, for showing me the Pebble Beach trail (and offering too much advice, but that is OK!)

Tad, for almost running the marathon with me.

Clarissa Tuttle, #923, who I never met before the race, but she ran the first few miles with me.

A generic bunch of people I have known, for better or for worse, that provide me some motivation (this goes hand in hand with the final line).

Captain Robin L. Russell, who predicted that I would run a half marathon while on shore duty, thus replanting a seed of running the whole thing!

All the other runners for saying hi on the way by me for the last seven months.

The people of Sacramento and the fans that lined the streets for the ENTIRE 26.2, the cheering never ended and was critical for me.

The fans of some other guy named Gil (one 'L'), that had a sign held up when I ran by.

The London Bridge Pub for providing my replenishment fluids.

Laurie Whalen, for making me climb a mountain with her after my first ten mile run (OK, it was a little hill, but I am a wimp)!

If I missed you, I am truly sorry, but you are ass out.  It is not that you didn't contribute, I just forgot you when I was writing this.