By the way, technology amazes me in the fact that I got regular text messages throughout the race from a computer chip that told me where my mom was and her estimated finishing time. Runners put an orange tag on their shoe, and it registers when you go past certain checkpoints. Pretty neat, right?
The weather was ideal for walking. The sky was a perfect shade of blue, and the city looked perfect. I can't say that the marathon runners enjoyed the warmth as much as the spectators, but it could have been a lot worse.
After standing around for about 30 minutes, I saw my parents! I jumped up and down and started screaming and ran onto the course. My mom hugged me, despite my protests to keep running, and I actually ran about a half mile with them while holding my purse. My dad took the awesome sign that I brought from me (there's a picture at the end of the post) and ran with that. We stayed on the course until we heard the announcement that everybody without a bib had to get off the street. Fair enough.
When we got to the DetermiNation tent, we found runners cooling their feet in a kiddie pool filled with ice. I bet that would feel great!