I'm pretty sure the cars driving past me think I'm protesting something.
Instead, I'm at about mile 20 of a marathon, holding up my sign and awkwardly yelling the same four things (You got this! You're doing good! Looking good! Keep it up!) as strangers run past me as I wait for my sister to run by so I can yell awkward things at her (you look like Sylvester Stallone in The Expendables!)
It's going really well, I must say. My signs are making people laugh and Rachel is blowing her previous record out of the water.
And I got an idea for next time: I'm going to stand at mile 25 with an ominous-looking sign that says, "The end is near."