Woo hoo! We were asked to participate again in the Fargo Marathon. Rather than sticking us at the beginning of the race (like last time), we were at about 22.5 miles. Apparently this was a good thing for many runners as they said we'd get them to the end of the race. Likewise, several people (mostly men, of course) said they must be getting dehydrated or seeing mirages. One gentelman said he was feeling like he was back in Turkey. :-D

The highlights of the day were one of the runners kissing LeAnn (yep, full on the lips), another one trying to drag her off, and getting to go home after nearly 5 solid hours of dancing. It was a great time!