So I’m explaining to my teen-aged boys that I’ve listed the highlights (and possibly the low points) of my running year on my blog. I mention that running the half-marathon with my 16-year old was one of the high points.
“And was the fact that he beat you one of the low points?” my 13-year old asks innocently. Uh, thanks, hun. I’d forgotten about that. You’re grounded.
I only forgave him because this is the bed he slept on at the friendly-but-shabby hotel we stayed in when I ran the Wineglass Marathon in Corning, NY:
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