Marathon Mum. Marathon Man. Get the joke? Both feature obsessiveness, shady characters from Europe, lots of running, and most notably, torture. This online journal began as I trained for the 2005 London Marathon. I successfully finished the race, but MarathonMum lives on. After all, life as a mother isn't a sprint, it's a marathon.
Tuesday, May 03, 2005
This is a rushed picture (we had two minutes to get out the door to get there in time) taken by Andrew. You still get a sense of how many curls Nicholas had, though.
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