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| "Hey Paul - wait just a second - is Deep Dish Pizza on that list of 'good' pre-race carbohydrates?" Casting aside Coach Bob's good advice - Melissa, Joanna, myself and Paul wait for our names to be called at the original home of Chicago Deep Dish Pizza, Pizzeria Uno. |
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| "Whoa - Is this balcony tilting or is it just me?" Colette, Paul, Melissa, Joanna, Dad and I put on a happy face while praying that our drinks will arrive soon. "Don't they realize that I have to be well hydrated?" |
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| Colette, 'The Anarchist' (as my brother greeted her at the train station), in her army jacket and Dad are just thrilled that they don't have to run 26.2 miles in the morning. Colette was also thrilled when a panhandler asked her if she wouldn't help out a fellow service man with some spare change. Things like that never happened to us growing up in Friendship, NY. | ||||||||||||||