The husband made such good time today that by the time we went out to the 18-mile checkpoint to cheer him on, he'd passed it by twenty minutes before. This is partly due to his wife's problems with time management, but more of it had to do with his habit of always making the conservative, "safe" judgement: the range he gave us of when he might pass by just didn't allow for the possibility of his getting across the start line early, and keeping up his best pace.

Attila the Hub finished the marathon in four hours and twenty minutes—an hour and forty minutes ahead of how he did last year in Hawaii.

At a certain point his sister urged me to give up the vigil. I agreed, and went to the Circle K for ice. Once I got back here, I checked with Mr. Internet, and found out that he'd finished—and made good time. So I went down to check the shuttle buses; he stepped off one of them just as I reached the lobby.

Running has done great thing for A the H. And I'm very proud of him.

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