I have started to lose count, but I think that my wife just ran her 13th or 14th marathon. I am not sure any longer. All I know is that this just one of the many times that I have stood out in the cold November weather cheering her on as she runs the NYC Marathon. The first time I stood in the crowd screaming her names was back in 1996, before we had the children. Since then the kids have joined me on the sidelines holding signs and shouting. Now it seems that watching marathons, and looking for my wife in the crowd of runners, has become a regular part of our routine in recent years. Maybe it is getting a bit routine for my wife as well. She almost ran right past us this year.
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