It all started innocently enough. I met Cely from Running off the Reese's for the blogger breakfast.
|All seems nice and normal. Just a few strangers getting together for breakfast.|
|.....visions of whiskey danced in their heads.|
Marathon morning arrived. 45,000 anxious runners huddle together smelling of Bengay and bagels. 1.7 million spectators line the streets to cheer on strangers and loved ones alike. Then at a Starbucks somewhere in Chicago this happened...
|Doug and Brian hook up. Whiskey consumption begins.|
|At mile 13 they entertain the crowd with their dancing moves.|
|By mile 18 they are strolling hand and hand around the city. Would it have been too much to at least hold a sign to cheer your women on?|
|By mile 20 they had already decided this bromance was forevah.|
|By the time we hit 26 miles they were in worse shape than us.|
|26.2 miles of drinking whiskey is exhausting. Hey Brian, I'm ready.|
|Cely finished three days before me. Doug couldn't leave Brian's side long enough for him and Cely to get a photo.|
|I finally found the finish line. Look Angie, that's Brian my new man love.|
|Cely and I had to literally pry the boys apart after the marathon. Then they sexted each other all night long.|