I love to run! It’s such a great way to get out and away from my computer and rock out to some tunes.
I prefer running 5 miles or less, but sign up for the occasional half marathon or 10K to prove to myself that I can do it (barely). This year my second half marathon was the Diva, which I ran with (or several miles behind) my friend, Leah. She’s like a cheetah and I ate her dust!
I’m not very fast and I’m not one of those girls that can run 13.1 miles and finish looking cute. I finish looking like a wet rat – nasty hair, squinty, sweat filled eyes, and the look of “WTH did I just do” on my face (see pictures). And then I have a cold one, or 3 (see pictures where I try to hide it behind my leg). I mean how the (bleep) else am I supposed to deal with the fact that I want to fall on my face and drink water out of the nearest mud puddle while everyone else around me is all bubbly and happy because we only ran half a marathon?
But seriously, I love it.