A Marathon In Buffalo (Part 4)
That evening, when the pasta dish was heated through and our bellies grumbled with hunger, my dad decided he needed to study his running route. Oddly enough, learning his running route was not simply...
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After my mom, brother, and I spent the day standing and walking, my dad finally crossed the finish line. He sipped some neon-green Gatorade and gave us all at least one sweaty victory hug before we...
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Today, I cannot recall the actual name of the motel that we stayed at in Warren, Pennsylvania, but it has been infamously called "The Rat Motel" by my family for the past nine year.
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Because our room lacked heat, my dad journeyed to the front desk to confront the man with caterpillar eyebrows. My dad demanded that the man do something about our cold roo.
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Unlike many of the other races my family attended, the Warren half-marathon did not have many accessible checkpoints for my mom and me to wait at. Because we didn't have checkpoints to wait at, we...
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