It's Over

We're done.
11 months and 4 days. Done.

Padabure. Padabure. Kick ball change. Jazz hands. Jazz hands. Jiggity Jig.

If I ever ran longer than 2 miles at once, I'd eloquently relate this to the end of a race and how there's all that overwhelming distance facing you at the beginning and all those painful times you don't think you're ever, ever going to finish. But I don't run so I'm just assuming it's something like that. 

As with all things, there is always an end. 

And we finally got there. 

The end.