On Sunday, we watched my brother Paul run his first marathon in Burlington. He suffered from some leg spasms and cramps throughout the last 6 miles, but he gutted it out and finished the race. We were very proud of him! Paul's birthday was the following day, so he definitely had an eventful weekend!
Here's a couple more pictures of Paul in the race. I don't think you can see Paul's shirt that clearly, but he raced as part of a group from the Medical School. That's right--he trained for a marathon while completing his first year of med school. Kind of hard for the rest of us to make excuses about not having enough time to exercise, huh?
Jack was a little scared by the noisy crowds at first (especially his mom, who inadvertently screamed in his ear when we spotted Paul), but he grew accustomed to it and had a good time.
Grampy and Paul after the race
The runners finished the race by some beautiful scenery (the finish line was at the bottom of this hill, down by the lake shore).
Watching a marathon is tiring too
Jack and Paul after the race
Jack and Paul later on, after dinner
Congratulations again, Uncle Paul! The race brought back memories of my first marathon--hard to believe that was almost 10 years ago. Time sure does fly.
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