I have no idea what place he came in, and I don't care even a little bit (I do know that he wasn't last.) Personally, I couldn't run across the street if I were being chased by a madman with a knife, much less run a mile... Glenn walked some, but not a lot.
Anyhow, I'm just so flippin' proud of him, I can hardly stand it.
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| Walking in. (I just love the back of their shirts.) |
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| Sean doing... I don't know. I said, "Look at me." This is what I got. |
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| De-leaving the tree. |
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| Coming up a hill. He's still running. |
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| I'm not sure why I got this look. I'll assume it's 'cos there's a bottle-neck ahead of him & he had to walk. Yeah. Let's go with that. | | |
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| Running again. |
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| Time for some cartwheels, of a sort. |
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| Cheese! |
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| Coming up the last hill! |
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| He's smiling! (I'd be dead on the ground, probably. Definitely not smiling.) |
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| Approaching the finish |
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| Dang people in my way! That's his leg, there, as he crosses the finish line. |
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| Thirsty boy |
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| Runner Number 302 |
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| Had to have some time on the playground, after all that. |
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