In the beginning of May Cincinnati hosted the Flying Pig Marathon. Sarah and I were too lazy to do anything about it. Our friends weren't as lazy and had decided to run the half-marathon. We watched Elena and met them down at the finish line.
Finn was excited to wake up and see a beautiful girl in his house. They rode the rocking horse together and then ate french toast sticks.
Maybe some year we'll plan far enough out to train for and run the marathon and not just wake up to the sounds of footsteps and cheering from the street below. Probably not.
Maybe some year we'll plan far enough out to train for and run the marathon and not just wake up to the sounds of footsteps and cheering from the street below. Probably not.
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