LA Marathon
My sister is amazing. She really is. I mean, she's annoying, and argumentative, and at that age where being contradictory and defiant is considered cool, but for a 12 year-old, she's still pretty amazing.
I mean, how many 12 year-olds do you know that have run a marathon?
I can barely run one city block, let alone 26.2 miles. Now I feel like a complete slob for not running a marathon. But at least I know how to get around LA now. During the course of the day, where me, Ian, my mom, and a gaggle of my cousins were driving around following the Marathon trail, we probably drove past MacArthur Park 6 times. I know LA more intimately that I ever really wanted to.
But whatever. Anything to get a picture of my little sis crossing the finish line.