I could take a GRE practice test.
I could bake some cookies, and then some more, and some more.
I could watch a movie double feature.
I could drive to Yosemite National Park.
One thing I could NOT do: Run 26.2 miles.
On Thanksgiving day, I was happy to cheer on my sister and my dad as they ran the Atlanta Marathon. They both did a great job. Here's the picture recap:
the before shot
kristen at mile 8
dad at mile 8
kristen at mile 18
the cheerleaders (aka micah, my mom, and hsiong)
side story: my dad was running a little behind my sister. so, the cheerleaders (me included) went back to the hotel after kristen passed to warm up a bit. about 25 minutes later, my mom and i headed down to wait for my dad to pass. as we walked out of the hotel lobby, i saw my dad passing by. i started running. my mom started running. we ran up a block and crossed the street to cheer as my dad passed! phew, we did it.
the finish line: (kristen ran in with my dad)
kristen's time: 4 hours and 13 minutes
dad's time: 5 hours and 4 minutes
the after shot:
I'm so proud of kristen and my dad. They both did a fantastic job!
and of course who then could forget the traditional thanksgiving feast at the local waffle house:
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