All families have weird characteristics. Ours has plenty. There’s the red hair, freckles, the short, wide feet, being geeky and proud of it,
changing into vampires, and
Long story short there was a half marathon race, (that’s just over 13 miles) being held in Boise, Idaho and two of our sons, one daughter and one daughter-in-law all decided to enter.
It’s not uncommon to see herds of pronghorn antelope there
and we saw several. Running is part of their family life too.
We came out on the low side of Idaho and into busy traffic.
We found a place to stay and did a little carbo loading at a steak house.
The next morning our four sprinted off with the rest of the hundreds of racers who’d paid good money and traveled far for the opportunity to run up and down hills for miles only to end up at the same place where they started.
Bobert was the first of our group to come in.
He finished in a swift 1:37:32.
Greasylightning was not far behind at 1:50:17.
We didn’t have to wait long for Beavis to show up.
His time was 2:18:29.
Bobert and Greasylightning met and ran in with him.
Only one left to go. We waited and waited for Spidee.
Her fan club—at least the daughter section--
practiced the wave.
The son section pretended not to be with them.
Brother and Sister-in-Law went out and found Spidee.
She’d jammed a knee on a big downhill and was hurting when she came in.
By the time she headed for the finish they’d trash talked her into a smile.
Bunch of weirdoes.