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It was a chilly morning, only in the 40s, but Mom and Dad
bundled me up and we headed out early to watch the Twin Cities Marathon.
The course goes only a mile or two from our
house, but we drove over so we’d make sure to get there in time to see the
runners. Mom said she didn’t care if we
saw the first runners go by; she wanted to cheer for the slower runners – those
for whom just completing a marathon was a big challenge.
Mom Bjorned me and
then zipped her fleece up on the outside.
That was comfy. I also wore my
Harley Davidson hat that my aunties Paige and Staci
sent me. Stylin’ headwear. I didn’t think I’d be able to sleep with all
the commotion; there were hundreds of spectators and thousands of runners going
by, and Mom was clapping and cheering for the runners the whole time.
Amazingly, though, I did sleep pretty well.
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