Guest guest Posted October 14, 2006 Report Share Posted October 14, 2006 I don't know when you will see this because I am receiving messages but they are not going out for some reason, but I have to write it anyway... I am an official marathon finisher! I am so proud of myself...this was one of those things I wanted to say I have accomplished in my life, and now I can say that I did it! Three years ago I would have been grateful to have made it 3 or 4 miles. It is hard for me to believe I am capable now of running 26.2! But I did it! And here's the other amazing news. I made it in just under 4 hours, which qualified me for the Boston Marathon in April. Can you imagine??? Me, running Boston! The marathon itself was beautiful. The course went through towns in CT that were breathtaking, unlike the Half Marathon which I did 2 years ago which took us through the industrial yuck of Hartford. I have to say that until mile 20, I was having a really good time. I met some wonderful people and had a nice quick pace going of about 8.5 to 9 min miles, and it was easy to keep it up and talk at the same time. We passed horses, turf fields, nurseries all decorated for Halloween, beautiful foliage, entertainment such as Irish Dancers and live music. As we ran back in to Hartford, I passed a bunch of Soundbridge supporters who cheered me on at mile 20 which reminded me why this was so important the first place. But everything changed about mile 20.5. My easy pace which had wide open strides (and don't take me wrong, I was still hurting) completely froze up and I started the infamous " Marathon Shuffle " . I simply could not get my body to go any faster. I was barely able to run any faster than those of us who had decided to walk at that point. It was the weirdest thing; my mind was saying " Go! " , my body and lungs were saying " Go! " but my legs and quad muscles would have none of it. Now I understand what they mean by hitting the wall at mile 20. I just didn't expect it to happen to me because I had kept a nice even pace all the way until then. So I shuffled. I put one stiff leg in front of the other and managed to get through another few miles. At mile 22, out came the picture of the kids I had stuffed in my little carry bag, and I looked at them every time I had doubts that I could keep going. I held the one of Bobby close to my heart, because if anyone in my life inspires me to go further than I ever thought I could, it is that little boy. I took out my MP3 player, and turned up the music, hoping it would drown out my thoughts about how much it hurt. I started singing as loud as I could to the songs...people around me must have thought I was nuts, but at that point, you do whatever is going to get you through the next 5 seconds. But the hills which usually wouldn't have stopped me, had me practically crawling, and by mile 25, the only thing that kept me going was the promise of the finish line not far in the distance. At mile 25, I heard someone shout " Trish! " and saw a familiar face from Soundbridge. Then about 20 kids came off the sidewalk in their orange shirts, and at first I didn't realize it was the kids from Soundbridge, but I saw the hearing aid in one of the kid's ear and I started to get all filled up. Several of the kids ran with me to the finish, and Nate picked me up about halfway to the end and held my hand (he didn't realize I wanted his hand to keep me upright) to just before the finish line. And I am not kidding when I say that their energy and Nate is what kept me running. Then I hit the finish line, and I bawled like a baby. I am walking around wearing this finishers medal until everyone I know gets sick of me wearing it; I think I will sleep with it on tonight. I ran a Marathon. For once I thought I was good enough to even try the impossible, and I succeeded in doing what I thought was only reserved for other people out there. This was much more than a running accomplishment for me; it was a celebration of being able to survive these last 6 years, and of Bobby's determination to live. I held that picture of Bobby in ICU with all the wires and tubes to my heart, and told myself that if he could fight that hard, so could I. The reporter on NBC30 wanted to interview me after the race, and I wish I had been able to go back him, but by the time told me, I was already 1/4 mile away from the finish line and I was so stiff I couldn't walk back down to him. Besides, this was supposed to be a " promotional series " for the marathon, and if anyone got a glimpse of the way I was walking, I don't think there would be enough entries to have a race again next year. Fame isn't everything. Thanks for all of your support, encouragement, donations and interest in this ongoing life story of mine. Hey, more great news, I found an incredible editor and we are working like maniacs on getting the book going. I love the way it is coming out. She has plans for how to publish it, where to send it, and who to work with. So my other dream is coming to fruition too. I love to write so much, that the world of nursing might just never get me back... OK, too sore to sit here and give in to the rigor mortis that is beginning to set in. This is one of the happiest days of my life. Love, Trish Visit Trish and Bobby's Marathon website at http://www.firstgiving.com/bobbymarathon Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted October 14, 2006 Report Share Posted October 14, 2006 Congratulations!!!!!! BTW, Tom is trying to qualify for Boston too. He has done it twice before. Just a word of warning - he HATES that race. So why does he try to qualify? I dunno. Pride maybe? I am so happy for you. Bonnie Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted October 14, 2006 Report Share Posted October 14, 2006 Congratulations :-) What an accomplishment. Cheryl Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted October 14, 2006 Report Share Posted October 14, 2006 Congratulations, Trish - that's an amazing accomplishment! Go eat some chocolate! :-) Trish Whitehouse wrote: >I don't know when you will see this because I am receiving messages but they are not going out for some reason, but I have to write it anyway... > >I am an official marathon finisher! I am so proud of myself...this was one of those things I wanted to say I have accomplished in my life, and now I can say that I did it! Three years ago I would have been grateful to have made it 3 or 4 miles. It is hard for me to believe I am capable now of running 26.2! But I did it! > >And here's the other amazing news. I made it in just under 4 hours, which qualified me for the Boston Marathon in April. Can you imagine??? Me, running Boston! > >The marathon itself was beautiful. The course went through towns in CT that were breathtaking, unlike the Half Marathon which I did 2 years ago which took us through the industrial yuck of Hartford. I have to say that until mile 20, I was having a really good time. I met some wonderful people and had a nice quick pace going of about 8.5 to 9 min miles, and it was easy to keep it up and talk at the same time. We passed horses, turf fields, nurseries all decorated for Halloween, beautiful foliage, entertainment such as Irish Dancers and live music. As we ran back in to Hartford, I passed a bunch of Soundbridge supporters who cheered me on at mile 20 which reminded me why this was so important the first place. > >But everything changed about mile 20.5. My easy pace which had wide open strides (and don't take me wrong, I was still hurting) completely froze up and I started the infamous " Marathon Shuffle " . I simply could not get my body to go any faster. I was barely able to run any faster than those of us who had decided to walk at that point. It was the weirdest thing; my mind was saying " Go! " , my body and lungs were saying " Go! " but my legs and quad muscles would have none of it. Now I understand what they mean by hitting the wall at mile 20. I just didn't expect it to happen to me because I had kept a nice even pace all the way until then. > >So I shuffled. I put one stiff leg in front of the other and managed to get through another few miles. At mile 22, out came the picture of the kids I had stuffed in my little carry bag, and I looked at them every time I had doubts that I could keep going. I held the one of Bobby close to my heart, because if anyone in my life inspires me to go further than I ever thought I could, it is that little boy. I took out my MP3 player, and turned up the music, hoping it would drown out my thoughts about how much it hurt. I started singing as loud as I could to the songs...people around me must have thought I was nuts, but at that point, you do whatever is going to get you through the next 5 seconds. But the hills which usually wouldn't have stopped me, had me practically crawling, and by mile 25, the only thing that kept me going was the promise of the finish line not far in the distance. > >At mile 25, I heard someone shout " Trish! " and saw a familiar face from Soundbridge. Then about 20 kids came off the sidewalk in their orange shirts, and at first I didn't realize it was the kids from Soundbridge, but I saw the hearing aid in one of the kid's ear and I started to get all filled up. Several of the kids ran with me to the finish, and Nate picked me up about halfway to the end and held my hand (he didn't realize I wanted his hand to keep me upright) to just before the finish line. And I am not kidding when I say that their energy and Nate is what kept me running. Then I hit the finish line, and I bawled like a baby. > >I am walking around wearing this finishers medal until everyone I know gets sick of me wearing it; I think I will sleep with it on tonight. I ran a Marathon. For once I thought I was good enough to even try the impossible, and I succeeded in doing what I thought was only reserved for other people out there. This was much more than a running accomplishment for me; it was a celebration of being able to survive these last 6 years, and of Bobby's determination to live. I held that picture of Bobby in ICU with all the wires and tubes to my heart, and told myself that if he could fight that hard, so could I. > >The reporter on NBC30 wanted to interview me after the race, and I wish I had been able to go back him, but by the time told me, I was already 1/4 mile away from the finish line and I was so stiff I couldn't walk back down to him. Besides, this was supposed to be a " promotional series " for the marathon, and if anyone got a glimpse of the way I was walking, I don't think there would be enough entries to have a race again next year. Fame isn't everything. > >Thanks for all of your support, encouragement, donations and interest in this ongoing life story of mine. Hey, more great news, I found an incredible editor and we are working like maniacs on getting the book going. I love the way it is coming out. She has plans for how to publish it, where to send it, and who to work with. So my other dream is coming to fruition too. I love to write so much, that the world of nursing might just never get me back... > >OK, too sore to sit here and give in to the rigor mortis that is beginning to set in. > >This is one of the happiest days of my life. > >Love, > >Trish >Visit Trish and Bobby's Marathon website at >http://www.firstgiving.com/bobbymarathon > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted October 14, 2006 Report Share Posted October 14, 2006 Trish, I'm amazed and proud and so happy for you!! You really did it. Thanks for telling us all about it! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted October 14, 2006 Report Share Posted October 14, 2006 WooHoo Trish! I know this may seem stupid, but I'm so proud of you! Your story brought a tear of happiness to my eye. Sending you my congratulations and some virtual Icy-Hot. Debbie Some men see things as they are and ask why. Others dream things that never were and ask why not. G.B Shaw --------------------------------- How low will we go? Check out Yahoo! Messenger’s low PC-to-Phone call rates. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted October 15, 2006 Report Share Posted October 15, 2006 Congratulations Trish:-) I can't imagine how wonderful that accomplishment must feel. Thank you so very much for including the rest of in your (and family) journey. What a wonderful feat! Tammy in KY Tamala S. Woodburn Creative Memories Consultant your life - your story - your way www.mycmsite.com/TammyWoodburn http://www.creativememories.com/TammyWoodburn> Where are your photos? For 20 FREE prints, go to http://www.cmphotocenter.com/> www.cmphotocenter.com and enter my ID #38348750 Need ideas? Try a subscription to Lasting Moments magazine. Call me for; Organizational Classes: Let's get those piles of pictures organized! Picfolio Parties: Our pocket page album! 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I am so proud of myself...this was one of those things I wanted to say I have accomplished in my life, and now I can say that I did it! Three years ago I would have been grateful to have made it 3 or 4 miles. It is hard for me to believe I am capable now of running 26.2! But I did it! And here's the other amazing news. I made it in just under 4 hours, which qualified me for the Boston Marathon in April. Can you imagine??? Me, running Boston! The marathon itself was beautiful. The course went through towns in CT that were breathtaking, unlike the Half Marathon which I did 2 years ago which took us through the industrial yuck of Hartford. I have to say that until mile 20, I was having a really good time. I met some wonderful people and had a nice quick pace going of about 8.5 to 9 min miles, and it was easy to keep it up and talk at the same time. We passed horses, turf fields, nurseries all decorated for Halloween, beautiful foliage, entertainment such as Irish Dancers and live music. As we ran back in to Hartford, I passed a bunch of Soundbridge supporters who cheered me on at mile 20 which reminded me why this was so important the first place. But everything changed about mile 20.5. My easy pace which had wide open strides (and don't take me wrong, I was still hurting) completely froze up and I started the infamous " Marathon Shuffle " . I simply could not get my body to go any faster. I was barely able to run any faster than those of us who had decided to walk at that point. It was the weirdest thing; my mind was saying " Go! " , my body and lungs were saying " Go! " but my legs and quad muscles would have none of it. Now I understand what they mean by hitting the wall at mile 20. I just didn't expect it to happen to me because I had kept a nice even pace all the way until then. So I shuffled. I put one stiff leg in front of the other and managed to get through another few miles. At mile 22, out came the picture of the kids I had stuffed in my little carry bag, and I looked at them every time I had doubts that I could keep going. I held the one of Bobby close to my heart, because if anyone in my life inspires me to go further than I ever thought I could, it is that little boy. I took out my MP3 player, and turned up the music, hoping it would drown out my thoughts about how much it hurt. I started singing as loud as I could to the songs...people around me must have thought I was nuts, but at that point, you do whatever is going to get you through the next 5 seconds. But the hills which usually wouldn't have stopped me, had me practically crawling, and by mile 25, the only thing that kept me going was the promise of the finish line not far in the distance. At mile 25, I heard someone shout " Trish! " and saw a familiar face from Soundbridge. Then about 20 kids came off the sidewalk in their orange shirts, and at first I didn't realize it was the kids from Soundbridge, but I saw the hearing aid in one of the kid's ear and I started to get all filled up. Several of the kids ran with me to the finish, and Nate picked me up about halfway to the end and held my hand (he didn't realize I wanted his hand to keep me upright) to just before the finish line. And I am not kidding when I say that their energy and Nate is what kept me running. Then I hit the finish line, and I bawled like a baby. I am walking around wearing this finishers medal until everyone I know gets sick of me wearing it; I think I will sleep with it on tonight. I ran a Marathon. For once I thought I was good enough to even try the impossible, and I succeeded in doing what I thought was only reserved for other people out there. This was much more than a running accomplishment for me; it was a celebration of being able to survive these last 6 years, and of Bobby's determination to live. I held that picture of Bobby in ICU with all the wires and tubes to my heart, and told myself that if he could fight that hard, so could I. The reporter on NBC30 wanted to interview me after the race, and I wish I had been able to go back him, but by the time told me, I was already 1/4 mile away from the finish line and I was so stiff I couldn't walk back down to him. Besides, this was supposed to be a " promotional series " for the marathon, and if anyone got a glimpse of the way I was walking, I don't think there would be enough entries to have a race again next year. Fame isn't everything. Thanks for all of your support, encouragement, donations and interest in this ongoing life story of mine. Hey, more great news, I found an incredible editor and we are working like maniacs on getting the book going. I love the way it is coming out. She has plans for how to publish it, where to send it, and who to work with. So my other dream is coming to fruition too. I love to write so much, that the world of nursing might just never get me back... OK, too sore to sit here and give in to the rigor mortis that is beginning to set in. This is one of the happiest days of my life. Love, Trish Visit Trish and Bobby's Marathon website at http://www.firstgiv http://www.firstgiving.com/bobbymarathon> ing.com/bobbymarathon Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted October 15, 2006 Report Share Posted October 15, 2006 Dear Trish, Congratulations on running a marathon, you are an inspiration to all of us. I'm glad you were able to finish the entire race. Take care and God Bless. Natasha~Mom to~ (8/25/97) Asthma Sierra (11/28/00) Multiple Craniosynostosis, Crouzon's Syndrome, Syndrome, Asthma, Trach, Tracheamalacia, Bronchomalacia, Subglottic Stenosis, Chonal Stenosis, FTT,GERD, G-tube & Nissan, Strabismus, Deaf, CI implanted 8/19/04. Activated 9/7/04 Sierra's story: www.cappskids.org/CAPPSCranioKidSierra.htm www.tracheostomy.com/trachkids/kids18/sierra.htm www.Caringbridge.org/oh/sierra I am a MARATHONER!!!!! I don't know when you will see this because I am receiving messages but they are not going out for some reason, but I have to write it anyway... I am an official marathon finisher! I am so proud of myself...this was one of those things I wanted to say I have accomplished in my life, and now I can say that I did it! Three years ago I would have been grateful to have made it 3 or 4 miles. It is hard for me to believe I am capable now of running 26.2! But I did it! And here's the other amazing news. I made it in just under 4 hours, which qualified me for the Boston Marathon in April. Can you imagine??? Me, running Boston! The marathon itself was beautiful. The course went through towns in CT that were breathtaking, unlike the Half Marathon which I did 2 years ago which took us through the industrial yuck of Hartford. I have to say that until mile 20, I was having a really good time. I met some wonderful people and had a nice quick pace going of about 8.5 to 9 min miles, and it was easy to keep it up and talk at the same time. We passed horses, turf fields, nurseries all decorated for Halloween, beautiful foliage, entertainment such as Irish Dancers and live music. As we ran back in to Hartford, I passed a bunch of Soundbridge supporters who cheered me on at mile 20 which reminded me why this was so important the first place. But everything changed about mile 20.5. My easy pace which had wide open strides (and don't take me wrong, I was still hurting) completely froze up and I started the infamous " Marathon Shuffle " . I simply could not get my body to go any faster. I was barely able to run any faster than those of us who had decided to walk at that point. It was the weirdest thing; my mind was saying " Go! " , my body and lungs were saying " Go! " but my legs and quad muscles would have none of it. Now I understand what they mean by hitting the wall at mile 20. I just didn't expect it to happen to me because I had kept a nice even pace all the way until then. So I shuffled. I put one stiff leg in front of the other and managed to get through another few miles. At mile 22, out came the picture of the kids I had stuffed in my little carry bag, and I looked at them every time I had doubts that I could keep going. I held the one of Bobby close to my heart, because if anyone in my life inspires me to go further than I ever thought I could, it is that little boy. I took out my MP3 player, and turned up the music, hoping it would drown out my thoughts about how much it hurt. I started singing as loud as I could to the songs...people around me must have thought I was nuts, but at that point, you do whatever is going to get you through the next 5 seconds. But the hills which usually wouldn't have stopped me, had me practically crawling, and by mile 25, the only thing that kept me going was the promise of the finish line not far in the distance. At mile 25, I heard someone shout " Trish! " and saw a familiar face from Soundbridge. Then about 20 kids came off the sidewalk in their orange shirts, and at first I didn't realize it was the kids from Soundbridge, but I saw the hearing aid in one of the kid's ear and I started to get all filled up. Several of the kids ran with me to the finish, and Nate picked me up about halfway to the end and held my hand (he didn't realize I wanted his hand to keep me upright) to just before the finish line. And I am not kidding when I say that their energy and Nate is what kept me running. Then I hit the finish line, and I bawled like a baby. I am walking around wearing this finishers medal until everyone I know gets sick of me wearing it; I think I will sleep with it on tonight. I ran a Marathon. For once I thought I was good enough to even try the impossible, and I succeeded in doing what I thought was only reserved for other people out there. This was much more than a running accomplishment for me; it was a celebration of being able to survive these last 6 years, and of Bobby's determination to live. I held that picture of Bobby in ICU with all the wires and tubes to my heart, and told myself that if he could fight that hard, so could I. The reporter on NBC30 wanted to interview me after the race, and I wish I had been able to go back him, but by the time told me, I was already 1/4 mile away from the finish line and I was so stiff I couldn't walk back down to him. Besides, this was supposed to be a " promotional series " for the marathon, and if anyone got a glimpse of the way I was walking, I don't think there would be enough entries to have a race again next year. Fame isn't everything. Thanks for all of your support, encouragement, donations and interest in this ongoing life story of mine. Hey, more great news, I found an incredible editor and we are working like maniacs on getting the book going. I love the way it is coming out. She has plans for how to publish it, where to send it, and who to work with. So my other dream is coming to fruition too. I love to write so much, that the world of nursing might just never get me back... OK, too sore to sit here and give in to the rigor mortis that is beginning to set in. This is one of the happiest days of my life. Love, Trish Visit Trish and Bobby's Marathon website at http://www.firstgiving.com/bobbymarathon Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted October 15, 2006 Report Share Posted October 15, 2006 Yea, , I really did this. I am in shock myself. I think I am still wearing this medal to remind me that I am not dreaming, though I couldn't mistake this for a dream every time I try to stand up and especially when I attempt to go down those stairs. Wow, those stairs. I just never knew how many stairs we have. Lots and lots of stairs. Especially when it's the down part. Trish Visit Trish and Bobby's Marathon website at http://www.firstgiving.com/bobbymarathon Trish, I'm amazed and proud and so happy for you!! You really did it. Thanks for telling us all about it! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted October 15, 2006 Report Share Posted October 15, 2006 Trish, WHOOO HOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was thinking of you as we were driving around the NE part of CT when we were there last week! Congratulations! What an achievement! Kris Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted October 16, 2006 Report Share Posted October 16, 2006 Thanks for sharing your amazing story. And " yeah " for you! > > I don't know when you will see this because I am receiving messages but they are not going out for some reason, but I have to write it anyway... > > I am an official marathon finisher! I am so proud of myself...this was one of those things I wanted to say I have accomplished in my life, and now I can say that I did it! Three years ago I would have been grateful to have made it 3 or 4 miles. It is hard for me to believe I am capable now of running 26.2! But I did it! > > And here's the other amazing news. I made it in just under 4 hours, which qualified me for the Boston Marathon in April. Can you imagine??? Me, running Boston! > > The marathon itself was beautiful. The course went through towns in CT that were breathtaking, unlike the Half Marathon which I did 2 years ago which took us through the industrial yuck of Hartford. I have to say that until mile 20, I was having a really good time. I met some wonderful people and had a nice quick pace going of about 8.5 to 9 min miles, and it was easy to keep it up and talk at the same time. We passed horses, turf fields, nurseries all decorated for Halloween, beautiful foliage, entertainment such as Irish Dancers and live music. As we ran back in to Hartford, I passed a bunch of Soundbridge supporters who cheered me on at mile 20 which reminded me why this was so important the first place. > > But everything changed about mile 20.5. My easy pace which had wide open strides (and don't take me wrong, I was still hurting) completely froze up and I started the infamous " Marathon Shuffle " . I simply could not get my body to go any faster. I was barely able to run any faster than those of us who had decided to walk at that point. It was the weirdest thing; my mind was saying " Go! " , my body and lungs were saying " Go! " but my legs and quad muscles would have none of it. Now I understand what they mean by hitting the wall at mile 20. I just didn't expect it to happen to me because I had kept a nice even pace all the way until then. > > So I shuffled. I put one stiff leg in front of the other and managed to get through another few miles. At mile 22, out came the picture of the kids I had stuffed in my little carry bag, and I looked at them every time I had doubts that I could keep going. I held the one of Bobby close to my heart, because if anyone in my life inspires me to go further than I ever thought I could, it is that little boy. I took out my MP3 player, and turned up the music, hoping it would drown out my thoughts about how much it hurt. I started singing as loud as I could to the songs...people around me must have thought I was nuts, but at that point, you do whatever is going to get you through the next 5 seconds. But the hills which usually wouldn't have stopped me, had me practically crawling, and by mile 25, the only thing that kept me going was the promise of the finish line not far in the distance. > > At mile 25, I heard someone shout " Trish! " and saw a familiar face from Soundbridge. Then about 20 kids came off the sidewalk in their orange shirts, and at first I didn't realize it was the kids from Soundbridge, but I saw the hearing aid in one of the kid's ear and I started to get all filled up. Several of the kids ran with me to the finish, and Nate picked me up about halfway to the end and held my hand (he didn't realize I wanted his hand to keep me upright) to just before the finish line. And I am not kidding when I say that their energy and Nate is what kept me running. Then I hit the finish line, and I bawled like a baby. > > I am walking around wearing this finishers medal until everyone I know gets sick of me wearing it; I think I will sleep with it on tonight. I ran a Marathon. For once I thought I was good enough to even try the impossible, and I succeeded in doing what I thought was only reserved for other people out there. This was much more than a running accomplishment for me; it was a celebration of being able to survive these last 6 years, and of Bobby's determination to live. I held that picture of Bobby in ICU with all the wires and tubes to my heart, and told myself that if he could fight that hard, so could I. > > The reporter on NBC30 wanted to interview me after the race, and I wish I had been able to go back him, but by the time told me, I was already 1/4 mile away from the finish line and I was so stiff I couldn't walk back down to him. Besides, this was supposed to be a " promotional series " for the marathon, and if anyone got a glimpse of the way I was walking, I don't think there would be enough entries to have a race again next year. Fame isn't everything. > > Thanks for all of your support, encouragement, donations and interest in this ongoing life story of mine. Hey, more great news, I found an incredible editor and we are working like maniacs on getting the book going. I love the way it is coming out. She has plans for how to publish it, where to send it, and who to work with. So my other dream is coming to fruition too. I love to write so much, that the world of nursing might just never get me back... > > OK, too sore to sit here and give in to the rigor mortis that is beginning to set in. > > This is one of the happiest days of my life. > > Love, > > Trish > Visit Trish and Bobby's Marathon website at > http://www.firstgiving.com/bobbymarathon > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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