I wrote up a little something about my marathon story. It's supposed to be under 300 words. This is 309. Any suggestions for editing, adding, taking out, changing, etc.
Thanks for any help!

I grew up watching my dad run. I rang cow bells on Summit, held “Go! Dad! Go!” signs for many fathers to smile at, and tried on all his medals in the basement when no one was watching.
I gave running a few halfhearted tries in my teens and twenties. It wasn’t until after my second child that running changed my life. I needed something more effective than hours in the gym to get that baby weight off. My husband helped me fall in love with running. He pushed the double jogger AND coached me. We planned runs around naptime and gradually increased distance as we explored our city. That runner’s high finally clicked in. I was hooked.
A year ago we celebrated Father’s Day with the Lake Como 5K. My siblings, their partners, two joggers, 4 toddlers, and of course my dad. That was my first race. Now I was really hooked.
My dad has run so many marathons that he claims to have lost count. I wonder how that’s possible. He swears that Grandma’s is his favorite. He knew I had the racing bug so he reserved a place in Two Harbors way back in August. Since then I’ve run 4 half marathons, been a good MN girl training outdoors through this mild winter, and learned about fartleks, GUs, compression socks and foam rollers.
On June 16 I will be running my first marathon with my husband and my dad. My sister will run her first half marathon. My sister-in-law would have liked to join us but she is due with baby #3 on race day. This is sure to be a great day for my whole family.
I love racing: the energy rush, the community of people doing something healthy together. All of that is more important than any amount of baby weight that I lost.