

Hello my lovely followers!
Well it's been two days since my tragic race day on Saturday. I say tragic because it didn't end as well as I, or my cousin, had hoped. In fact, it didn't really "end" at all! It was cut quite short.
We started out pretty strong, although Jenny (cousin) did say that her knee had already started bothering her just walking to the start line (probably not a good sign)!! We started out jogging, and she quickly decided that this was not a good idea. I jogged very slowly along with her for the first three miles, and then slowed down because she was hurting more. We walked the next three, and then made the decision to take the medical van to the finish line once we hit mile 6. She felt really bad for cutting my race short, but honestly, I felt like I had signed up with her and I was going to stick with her! Not to mention that we only had one cell phone between the two of us.
So all in all, it was a bit disappointing- but I'm glad she decided to stop when she did, and didn't injure her knee even more.
However, I don't regret doing it. I was reminded of how much I love the energy and atmosphere of races. I am totally hooked. And so...
I signed up for another one! This time just a 5k, but it's soon- as in 4th of July! I'm going to show my American Pride by busting my booty on Sunday. I am so excited!









And with a coat of paint:
Hideous guest room, compliments of the previous owners:
