...And all through the Hotel, every runner was giggling and the energy sure did swell,
Even in the elevator, smiles all around; hard to pick out who is the biggest clown?
Greg was already getting calls from the front desk, asking who is romping around on the 4th floor, is it your kids, I guess?
Abby gave all the girls some cool "Sole Runner" shirts. Ouch, the boys got nothing, that must really hurt!
Their bibs were pined on their jerseys with care, in hopes that tomorrow a PR will be soon appear.
Spencer requested Nutella for the AM, but it's a few miles away. So looks like he'll have to deal with just peanut butter for tomorrow on race day.
Merry racing to all and to all a good night!
