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So Proud!

I am so incredibly proud of my sister!

This past Sunday, my sister and I ran a half marathon in Chicago. This was a huge accomplishment for my sister. She had never really run before and decided three months ago to make this her goal (most people start with a 5k, but us Veermans like to take on a real challenge :) ). We signed up for the race and I created a training plan for her. I know it was difficult at times for her, but she persevered through the training -- even threw up after one of her runs. Now that's a champion! Oh yeah, did I mention that she just delivered her third child only six months ago!

We got up EARLY Sunday morning and headed to the city. Kara was incredibly excited and nervous. She had worked so hard and had so many people rooting for her... I decided to run beside her the whole race and I'm so glad I did. I told here there was no way in he** I was going to let her quit and knew that I would drag her to the finish if I had to. :) I found myself tearing up as we came around the home stretch because I am so proud of her. She is an amazing woman and I keep thinking about what she has just modeled to her own children. I know they are incredibly proud of her as well (and bummed they couldn't see her run. Although they would have been completely bored since they are only 4 and 6). Plus, she got a cool medal for finishing it. :)

Anyways, just wanted to pass on how proud I am of her and how much I love her. We actually got to spend a lot of the weekend together -- Friday evening/night we headed to the city to pick-up our race packets, had dinner at Adobo Grill (YUM! -- one of my favorite Mexican restaurants) in Old Town (Pipers Alley), and then headed to the Cadillac Theatre to see "Mary Poppins." I have a wonderful sister. Way to go, Kara!!

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Manda said…
You girls are amazing! You're making me think I could do another half-marathon one day (I did the Indy Mini like 5 years ago and almost DIED because I didn't train enough).
MY HEROS!
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