As we walked down to meet with the other Santas we inherited another elf, he chose us over his friends he was suppose to meet up with. The sea of santa was the greatest sight of the holidays.
After a night being Santa's little helper I joined everyone for a sleepover at the LTs. It was sleeping bags, pillows, and blankets wherever you could find space on the floor. We woke up bright and early to our theme song for the day:
We splattered ourselves with Navy gear to prepare for the Army/Navy game. Go Navy...Beat Army. We hoped between beach bars for the remainder of the day celebrating the Navy win. The majority of us had to get up early the next day to either run the marathon or volunteer at it.
Ben and myself had to get up at 2:30 am so we can begin filling thousands of little cups with liquid for the runners. I am using this opportunity to increase my motivation to start training for my next race. The energy of the runners grabbing a hydrating cup from your hand can only push you toward your next training plan. It is amazing how thankful each runner is as they run by sweaty and exhausted but they still manage to squeeze out a "thank you" between breaths. One runner stands out in his more unique way of thanking me: an 'ata boy' slap on the butt as he ran by. Handing out water is also a great way for us to see our friends run by.
After everyone's post marathon naps we put on our beach gear and walked to Duke's on Sunday. I got to dance with a new friend that is one of the older regulars at Duke's. We congratulated our friends who accomplished completing the marathon with some drinks, laughs, and good music.
I finally made it back windward after over 72 hours away from my house and sleeping on a floor. It was a memorable weekend but nothing was better than crawling into my bed for a goodnight's sleep.
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