We walked to Summit Avenue this crisp fall morning to cheer the runners in the Twin Cities Marathon. You were a big fan of the Postal Band playing pep songs on the corner of Prior. Tears flowed at the rattle of the last note of each song. Fortunately, the horns kept humming and the runners kept running. "Go, go, go!" we yelled.
Would you believe your Dad and I ran the marathon in 2005? No? Me neither but we actually did. It turns out 26.2 miles is a really long way to go. We trotted across the finish after running for four hours and forty-five minutes. No records were broken with that time but an accomplishment nonetheless. Maybe you'll run a race someday. If so, you can be certain we will be there to cheer you on. Go, go, go Delaney!
