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One Soggy Day

One of the things I love about my life in Maine is the races. I have never been an athlete. I wasn't an active kid when I was young. But when I moved to Maine, I became interested in races. I have been running races for more than a year now and I love it. I run outdoors for my training regardless of the season.

Last Sunday I left the house very early to go to Portland. I volunteered for the Maine Marathon and was assigned at the Food Tent. It was a soggy Sunday morning.

This is my second time to volunteer in a running event. I volunteered because I can't run any of the races because they were Relay, Full and Half Marathon races. I am only a 5K runner.
That day I sliced hundred of oranges...
and helped set up the food on the tables. I worked for 3 hours from 6AM to 9AM. It was such a wonderful event despite the rain.
 

I'm planning to do it again next year... if I am not running. WINK***
For more information about Maine Marathon, click here.
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This is a SPECIAL POST for MAINE Attraction... a regular blog that features everything and anything about my home - Maine.

Comments

kulasa said…
geee wanting some cookies and oranges here :-) next year you will be running! looking forward to that sistah....
betchai said…
wow, all very artistically shot, love them Ruthi, am hungry :)

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