This past weekend, I went to Chicago with my sisters and brother-in-law. Chicago is a beautiful city and I WILL live there one day, but that is neither here nor there. The main reason we went is because my sisters have been training for their first half marathon-- which, in case anyone was wondering, would be a Mara.
Anyway, it rained a God-forsaken amount this weekend, and they STILL RAN. IN THE RAIN*. Which was impressive enough that Jon, Luke and I managed to not end our lives as we stood in the torrential downpour desperately trying to find my sisters and our friend Katie Lewis while sacrificing our lives to protect our laptops. It was an act of God that we found my sisters, and then widdleTatie standing in the middle of a crowd holding her dislocated shoulder. Something that I didn't see, but the mental image of her standing in the rain amidst a crowd of 15,000ish people looking for us is depressing but also so funny that I laugh out loud (lol.) thinking about it.
Anyway. THEY DID SO WELL. and I am like a proud mama.
*This is an amazing feat (HAHA!) but the the price is high (see below) and the victory seems to me as though it would be relatively not worth it. But then again, I didn't do any running.
The post-race toes of a runner featured in this blog whose name I have chosen to omit for security purposes and also a sense of dignity.love,
mara
5 comments:
Wow, your sisters are hardcore runners.
And you are a hardcore supporter.
That foot is sick nasty...
I think I recognize that foot!
Wait, Katie dislocated her shoulder? Am I missing something here?
Also, call me back before I cry all the tears I have been allotted in this life.
oh you little half marathon. how come you are so witty and cute?
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