On Sunday, Ben ran the Broad Street Run, an annual 10 mile race here in Philly. It had about 24,000 running which included a lot of our friends. If you are asking, "Ben runs?" as I did, the answer is, not usually. He gets an urge to do a running race every couple years and barely trains and always does surprisingly well. He did great on Sunday and I was really proud of him as well as all our friends. Everyone who ran by us had a big smile on their faces even though it was chilly and raining.
Ginger and I pretended to run a little to try to get those babies out. It didn't work. The last week has been so uncomfortable and I can't wait to have this part be over with, even if it means going through labor (May be eating my words soon).
