or "It's Not Stalking if You Have Family in the Area"
Sunday was all about Emilie and The Marathon.
We left St. Alban's around 7am and managed to beat most of the road closures,
find a place to park, and hoof it up to Pearl Street,
not far from the start, right around gun time.
It was exciting to see the wheelchair racers, and the hard-core leaders,
followed by the pack in their various pace groups.
We had our signs and the camera ready and eventually spotted our quarry,
but it took a bit of work for Emilie to hear us over the crowd,
so by the time we got her attention, Alan missed the shot.
The look on her face was priceless, though, and we had plenty of other chances.
Here she is around the third time she passed us, still wondering why we there at all,
much less following her like the paparrazzi on Lady Gaga.
We managed to see her a total of 6 times throughout the race
[don't worry Emilie: it's okay that you weren't keeping track],
and we had a fun time hanging out in Burlington on a beautiful day.
Post-race greetings:
Me: "Your stalkers are here!"
Em: "Please tell me you have some other reason to be here?!"
I assured her that we did, but I will admit that the motivation behind our trip
was really a tie between her and my sister.
I simply can't begin to describe how inspiring this worman is to me,
although you might a. know her and totally get it already, or
b. get a sense of it if you keep following my blog.
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