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Those Crazy Runners






Aaron ran the OKC Memorial half-marathon this morning which is 13.2 miles. This is the 3rd year that he has ran it, and I'm really proud of him. The first year I slept through it, not really understanding what a huge deal it is. In my defense, it starts at 6:30 a.m. and my alarm doesn't go that early! Then last year I ran it with him, so this was my first year to watch him race. (In case you aren't good at Where's Waldo?, he's the one in orange.)



I dropped him off at the start line and then planned on going to the capitol to watch at the 3 mile mark. Well, being that I am very directionally challenged, maneuvering my way around downtown was interesting. Not only are there way too many one-way streets but lots of roads are blocked off due to runners! So I saw him at the 3 mile mark and then again at 10 miles. I barely made it to the finish line to watch him come in, but luckily I got there in time. This is him right after the race.





Best part of watching the race is seeing the old or out-of-shape people who run it fast. The worst part of running in the race is getting passed by those people! And they're always the ones in all spandex or sports bras. Great people watching!!! Anyways, Aaron did great as always and now he's resting his exhausted body...






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  1. emilyApril 26, 2009 at 10:42 PM

    Must be nice to have such a hunk-a-roo for a hubbie! =)

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