What happens when you seem to live in the middle of every running event's race course? You get trapped in your neighborhood on Sunday mornings, as racers run around your house. One of the only drawbacks of living so close to downtown Portland. Yet a great excuse to not go to church. That is if we actually went to church.Anyways, on this wet morning you and I ran outside to watch all of the runners go around our house for the Portland Marathon. With cowbells in hand, we searched for friends amongst the 15,000 people going by. Needless to say, we didn't wake up in time and managed to catch only the slow walkers. The really slow walkers. So slow and obviously not worried about their finish time, that some even stopped to take a picture of you ringing your cowbells.
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