My friend Eva finished a 126.2 mile race yesterday. Yes, you read that right. She and some friends came down from New York and they supported her from the time she left Baton Rouge and ran all the way to New Orleans, on the levees. It’s only about 75 miles if you drive it, but because the river is so windy, that route is decidedly longer.

So I went to watch her finish, about 38 hours after she started. That’s with only one hour of sleep in there.

She’s amazing. So proud to know her.

There she is, almost to the finish line! I can’t imagine the relief she must be feeling here. Or pain. We saw one guy finish, rip his shoes off, and rub his raw feet on the gravel like he was putting out a fire.

With her incredible team (who took turns running with her and feeding her and supporting her)

I made a sign for her.

In other news, I took the boys to some parades on Saturday. My cousin Willa and her family rented a house a couple blocks off St. Charles, which was incredible. A bathroom? A parking space? It doesn’t get any better. The boys had a blast.

They played football with Willa

And Linus got the baby again!

They made some friends.

(And why is someone ALWAYS grabbing his junk in pictures?)

But what’s better than a parade? Why, a big tower of cups to knock down, of course!