what 1,000 miles in 48 hours looks like

Photo of me, after post-marathon-drive. Hair washed, and I've managed to muster the energy to get changed into sweats and favorite ex-boyfriend shirt, but still somewhat delirious from excessive mileage and general lack of food and sleep (although I must publicly thank my sweet friend JP, who actually cooked me ribs and homemade mac and cheese and served them to me on his front porch with good beer after I finally got back into town tonight. He is the best cook on the planet.)