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My runner.

Kyler got 7th place in his race yesterday.

He ran a 6:04 mile.

Way faster than I could ever do it, that's for sure!

I'm so proud of him.

(Of course, maybe knowing he'd get a milkshake if he got in the top 15 lit a fire under his butt...)

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  1. Anonymous11:38 AM

    Way to go, Kyler. That's incredible. You rock!

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  2. That is just awesome!

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  3. That boy is Dang cute, girlfriend.

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  4. Tyler is built for running. When you only weigh 50 pounds you can run faster than someone who weighs 200.

    You should get a cat. I love my cat. Cyndi loves her cat. Cats are cool...if you get the right one.

    stephen.k.holcomb@gmail.com

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  5. Forgot to say...love the new theme. Very nice.

    DON'T tell Asia I said HI!!!

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  6. Hooray! My husband was a cross country runner back in high school!

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  7. Well, a milkshake would sure do it for me! :D Yay, Kyler.

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  8. Congratulations to Kyler!
    I know I could not do it! Just a fact when it comes to running. So I am in awe of those who can :0)

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