
Cheering on the runners.

Waiting for the bathroom in McDonalds.

Cousin pride (and love.)

My father asked me to make sure we took pictures of the big event. I don't think he needed to worry.

Here is Eric holding up the runners' suitcases, each of which weighed 50 pounds. He and I felt like we had run a marathon after we carried them up to Jody's fifth floor apartment. (Just kidding Kym and Molly. You know how proud we are of you.)
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