Paolo came outside the apartment at km 38 to take my photo. He looked very clean and well rested. How I managed to be grinning in this photo I have no idea. I was somewhere between delirium, relief (at being so close to the end, and seeing someone who, if I'd really wanted him to, could have taken me home) and pride.
Oh, this was a nice moment! Seconds from being able to stop running, I sprinted to the end, determined to get in under 4 hours and 20 min. I'd made a bet with Paolo that I could. He said he'd buy me a real live Christmas tree if I did...And if you can read those little numbers... I want my tree!!!
