Mrs. L, a devoted mother, was able to follow her offspring from thousands of miles away on the internet. in real time. This is also cosmic, since it wasn't too long ago that the closest thing to real time communication [like say a letter from Vietnam] usually took two weeks.
The weather was alternately rainy and sunny with a few miles of hail thrown in. The race might as well have been in Chicago, where the weather has been terrible and worse most of the time lately. The race officials also gave the split times in kilometers, not miles. So she had to do the conversion math in her head while she was running. When Mrs. L was running, a math problem would have been out of the question -- her brain always went into shut down. Possibly because she played music loud enough to drown out the utter boredom of pounding the pavement.
Wonder if you can guess where she ran the marathon? That's not a Red Army hat that she's wearing at the finish, so, no, it wasn't Moscow.
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Looks like London to me. Thirteen marathons? That's unbelievable. I can't imagine running one-tenth of a marathon.
Can you name that cathedral?
Mrs. L
Good for her!
You know, devoted mothers have always been able to follow their offspring, even without the internet. To this day, my Mom knows where I am pretty much all the time, and she wouldn't know a bit--well if it bit her. lol
I'd say it's Westminster Abbey, for $1000, Alex. :)
Anna
this past weekend
I saw on tv
a man that was at least 100 years old
run a marathon
he doesn't drink water
8 pints (beer)
and 14 cigarettes
a day
is*
he's still living
and works, too
That is a very healthy daughter you have there, Mrs L :-)
xoxo
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