My brother, Christopher, ran his first half marathon in Fargo. It was a no brainer for me to decide to make the trip to cheer him on. In the end, I did a bit more than simply cheer him on, and it was one of the most memorable 12 mile runs to date. While there is a time and place for racing and PRs, I learned that being there for another person's victory can be just as sweet. Congrats, Christopher. I can't wait for our future running endeavors!