Last Sunday I hauled myself out of bed at 6.30am to watch Andrew run past our street (well, close enough) in the Half Marathon. I almost didn't make it. He saw me before I saw him and all I managed was these happy snaps. Is it just me, or is it unnatural to look this cheerful when you're running 21km before breakfast?
Hol did the 9km Bridge Run the same morning and was 8th in his age category.
Freaks, the pair of them. Phoebe stayed in bed like the sensible girl she is.
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