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I get the feeling that women are generally supposed to cry at weddings, but somehow my tear duct wiring diagram does not work that way. I get all choked up at sporting events and profound displays of patriotism.
I cannot always predict when these events are going to affect me in an extreme fashion. I went downtown EARLY this morning to try and catch some of my work colleagues running in the relay portion of the 33rd Annual Detroit Marathon. I never actually saw them, but I got all teary-eyed watching people run and be cheered along by all the spectators. There were not nearly as many people lining the streets as I am used to from seeing the Boston Marathon, but there were quite a few folks out there for a Sunday morning (given that they don't serve alcohol in this state before noon on the Christian sabbath).
I probably blubbered the most when the competitors in the wheelchairs were nearing the finish line. I kept it mostly under control, and wearing sunglasses and blowing my nose frequently as if I had a cold was also good cover.
I also determined that this was not a MAJOR marathon since there were no Kenyans in the top 20 finishers. Not the huge crowds I was expecting, but there were lots of happy midwesterners cheering on their friends and family members.
I was standing right next to this family with a Dad, Grandad, brother and sister. Dad had a hard time identifying his spousal unit amongst the half-marathoners streaming down the opposite side of the street. [We were on the side of the barricade where the full marathon participants would be closest to us, but they hadn't showed up yet.]
Every few minutes he would shout out, "There's Mom!" This would be followed within 15 seconds by, "Oh, that's not her....." The kids would get all excited and then quite disappointed when they didn't see their mom. She did finally jog past, after at least a handful of false alarms.
Speaking of wiring diagrams, I have to do some research on my Subaru so that I can figure out which fuse I need to replace so that my GPS will work again. Somehow I blew the fuse that controls the cigarette lighter style power supply. Gotta run!!! (just not in a marathon....)
