Most triumphantly, Peter ran another marathon today along the shores of Lake Michigan. (For those of you who are counting -- yes, it has been exactly two weeks since his last marathon. I can't believe it either!) My sister Alicia, who is also a runner, joined him for the last eight miles for moral support during the toughest part of the run. I am truly inspired by the endurance and sheer force of will it takes to accomplish a 26.2 mile run, and now my dear man has done it twice in two weeks. I am so proud of him.
This is Peter at mile 18, and then just before the finish line. It was COLD again -- 46 degrees at 18 miles. Then, blessedly, the sun came out and it was a balmy 54 degrees for the finish. He is holding a picture of K in his raised hand as he heads for the finish line.
Edited to add: We just got back from the doctor . . . her x-rays show that she has broncho-pneumonia. Yikes -- we're starting her on a different antibiotic, and praying it is stopped in its tracks because we caught it early.