'you ask me why i always take the hard road, and i replied, why do you assume i see two roads.' -anonymous
i ran on my birthday. 13.1 miles. as i reviewed most of everyone's birthday wishes and greetings, they were abundant with references to me having one too many brewskis, getting loaded, bowing to the porcelain god, etc. etc.
to many people's surprise, i actually spent the day doing wholesome, productive things. maybe its the entrance into my late 20's, or the idea that i hate being hung over, but i've moved on and maybe matured a little.
first, i woke up at 6am to meet my team in training teammates [who raised 161,000 dollars in total] in the hotel lobby for some last minute pumping up and team photos. then we headed over to the tnt tent where i met up with my girlfriends who were also running.
745am- BANG- we were off. a disappointing two hours and two minutes later i crossed the finish line. after collecting my things and meeting my friends, casey [bridget's sister] decided she wanted to run up the rocky steps of the art museum- so we did.
then we showered and were off to mad mex.
one margarita, a quarter of a burrito, and a lot of guacamole later, we said our goodbyes...
and tiny and i boarded the R2 for Warminster, napping all the way...
believe it baby... i guess this is growing up.
xoxo
