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Team Crystal


My friends, Angela & Sue and I will be at the ARC of Onondaga County's Half Marathon on Saturday, September 12, 2009. I'm participating in memory of my sweet friend, Crystal, who had wanted to join in the next time I did a half marathon. When we talked about it back in April, I certainly thought we'd be doing one together more than just in spirit. I had found this race and was contemplating entering, but I hadn't even had a chance to ask her to join me before she died. I decided to participate the day I found out about her death, in her memory. Thanks to my sister, of Camie Designs, for providing this cute logo for me to wear on my shirt.

Comments

Jenlo,

I'm really sorry about your loss. Your sister did an awesome job with the design.

May God continue to use you to greatly impact the lives of others!

For the One,
Gerrid
Molly said…
what a great way to remember your friend, I'm really sorry about your loss.

thanks for stopping by my blog and good luck with your training! I love the half marathon distance, I can't believe I'm contemplating a full!
its very cute. thanks too share.....
Great post and thanks for sharing....
I love that idea. Awesome Post..
That was a VERY interesting one! Seriously interesting.
That was a VERY interesting one! Seriously interesting.
Thanks for sharing that. It was fun reading it. :-)
Penile Implant said…
That was a VERY interesting one! Seriously interesting.

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