My legs work again. Sort of. For all of you wonderful souls that have been so supportive after the I-beat-Katie-Holmes-Barely Philadelphia Marathon, bless you. For those that participated or cheered or wish you had stayed home in bed, here are the latest and greatest in home made memories. And no, they are not mine. I document my own insanity, not video tape it.
And for those of you that actually braved those ridiculous temperatures and cold winds, I bring you presents.
Now excuse me. I am off to enjoy the number one benefit of the Philadelphia Marathon. I get to eat whatever I want for Thanksgiving.
