Apparently that's what a little girl shrieked when she saw Nicky and me run past her.
And yes. It would look like we were holding hands. But really, Nicky was dragging me over the finish line.
10ks. 57 minutes and 49 seconds.
To some that might not look very impressive. But for me it is beyond belief.
Nicky. Thank you. I'm going to close my eyes tonight full of satisfaction and a little bit of quiet pride.
If you didn't grab my hand and haul me to the end I would be closing my eyes tonight full of regret and failure.
I'm going to sleep well tonight.
The wine and whiskey and home-brew might have a little something to do with that too.