The Myrtle Beach Marathon feels like a small town run, even though it’s not. Maybe that’s because Myrtle Beach is a small town unless the tourists are there?
It’s definitely the first time we’ve ever done packet pickup at a Dave & Busters.Weirdly charming.
Race morning was far colder than we expected. The winds off the ocean were unrelenting, so I never took off my throw-away jacket during the race.
Like seriously, brrrrrrr.
And this was one of the last times I willingness stood in a crowd of people. Seems weird now looking back at this photo.
Even more surprising, we both ran faster races than we did in Atlanta just six days earlier. Cold? Flat course? Ready to start heading home? Who knows, but it was a fun race and a fun time.
