Once upon a warm Saturday early morning in Nashville, five butt camp buds met up for a little 13.1 mile get-together. Two ran in front, one ran with her mom in the middle, and the remaining two brought up the rear. Why did they attempt such a feat? I can only surmise the following:1. Somebody thought it was a good idea last winter, when it was freezing in Nashville and we were stuck inside a lot.
2. One had never done a half-marathon before and didn't know any better, and the other four didn't want to shatter her innocent little bubble.
3. The truly athletic ones in the group thought it would be "fun" and the other ones in the group didn't have enough sense to know better.
4. Apparently there was nothing better on which to spend our money on the day we entered.
5. We were going to "train". We were wrong.
6. It seemed like a saner idea than the other race we're entering. We're probably wrong on that one, too.
7. We got all verklempt when Karen painted a picture and said she'd have it put on matching shirts. I think we're a cult now.
8. Gu, Gatorade, and Tylenol are our favorite Saturday morning breakfast foods.
9. Somebody said a half-marathon was just a boot camp 7-minute run. If you did it 25 times or so. We were too excited about getting matching shirts that we missed the second part.
10. We'll do just about anything to get together!
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Today's blessings: CMM Half with Karen P, Karen B, Gloria, Kelsey, and Jodi; oranges, bananas, and peanut butter crackers on Belmont Blvd; Mile 10 sign; Karen B being my wogging partner; seeing Selma, Rodney, and Natalie at the porta-potties before the race; seeing Steve along the course; afternoon with the family; Maribeth and Molly bringing lunch; Steve's pork chops and pasta dinner
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