Contributed By Sandy | Published: Jun 26, 2006
My story this week has to do with a small marathon/half marathon in Worcester, Massachussets. I began my journey in the winter months at a small family get together. I asked my younger Aunt if she would be interested in running and she agreed to run this crazy 13.1 miles with me. It turns out that this was one of the races I will always remember, mainly because it was the first and only time my Grandfather (my Aunts father) ever saw me run. We did him proud that day.
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