We made it to the start line to wish him well and while Joe ran, the rest of us enjoyed feeding the ducks at the harbor.
After the ducks, listening to the DJ play obscene music loudly, and seeing a man on a boat wearing a terribly obscene shirt, we watched Joe come racing across the finish line. He was moving so fast, the picture was blurry (or maybe that was my amazing picture taking ability, but you only get one shot at a finish line picture, and this was the one I got).
After a few family pictures of triumph, we headed back to the harbour for more ducks and food.
Grandma Mary and Grandpa Tim supervised the fun.
We stopped for balloons (Xandra remembered these from last year and asked non-stop about them until we found them), drove home and enjoyed freshly made omelets by Grandma upon arriving home. After each race, I'm always left to wonder: Who's more tired? Joe or me.
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