At mile 20, my friend Marta gave me a high-five at Haight and Divisdero, some crucial moral support.
And 3 hours, 1 minute, and 43 seconds later I crossed the finish line, accomplishing my stated goal:
Look happy at the finish line. I also accomplished my real goal, which was to get some crucial cushion time in my attempt to qualify for the Boston Marathon-- I lopped nearly two minutes off of my previous time, giving me more than three minutes of cushion now.
Thanks to Jeff for letting me crash on his floor the night before the race, everyone who put up with my pre-race jitters and anxiety (and has listened to me blabber on about running for four months now), my mom for the hug at the finish line, and Marta who woke up at 7 AM to give me a high-five (and made this sign):
And a special shout-out to my brother and dad who ran the much hotter half marathon and without whom I wouldn't have even considered running at all.