Last year, I ran my first half-marathon, with a lot of encouragement from my friend Mel. This year, I did it again. This time with my brother.
At the last mile, when my brother saw the finish line, he ripped off his bandanna and yelled, "IT'S ON!" And when I stopped laughing, I ran ahead and beat him like a rented mule.
But really, not much beats crossing the finish line with your brother.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Runner's trots
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that 2nd picture is hilarious! I love it! It makes me want to run. Good thing I already did that this morning
I hate running. Just so you know.
I know this will come as a shock to you, but I completely despise running.
I'll give you a moment to recover.
Ok, so anyway, the point is that as much as I hate running, I would seriously almost think about considering running a half marathon if I got to do it with you and Zach. Because you guys kick lots of ass.
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