The weekend kicked off bright and early with a trip to the mountains for the Slacker Half Marathon in Georgetown. It's been nearly two years since I've done a race, and I've quite blissfully avoided the 4 am wake-up calls and nervous race-day jitters that races always bring. But my A-Team running buddies (Alison, Amber & Allison) finally convinced me to sign up for this mostly downhill race, so on Saturday morning I found myself amongst all other crazy runner people at the starting line.
I went through my usual hoping and praying that a natural disaster might roll in and prevent the race from happening, but when the starter gun inevitably went off, I had no choice but to point my shoes toward the finish line and GO!
It ended up being a beautiful day on a scenic course, and all four of us finished the race with personal best times. And though I thought a PR would mean I could retire from racing (why not go out on a high note?!) there's a nagging little voice in my head telling me I need to do it again. Just a little bit faster. Stupid addictive sport.
And while I was running down a mountain, this boy was making waves in the pool. He swam his way to a first-place finish in the 25m butterfly, 25m breast stroke, and 50m freestyle, as well as swimming butterfly on the medley relay. It's so cool to see all those hours and hard work in the pool pay off. He's already got Ryan Lochte beat in the IQ department (then again, so does our dog) but in a few more years, he might just be kicking his butt in the pool, too.
Saturday night, I had a date with this cute guy to celebrate a friend's birthday. We pedaled our way around downtown on a contraption that looks like a picnic table mated with a bike, stopping every few blocks at local dives to refuel. We had pit stops at a whiskey bar, infused vodka bar, and a daiquiri place before stopping for dinner. Which made it very easy to forget how much my quads hurt.
Today I'm hobbling around like a little old lady, popping Advil at regular intervals, and wondering what hack of a graphic artist designed this race sticker:
Never mind that it's not correctly centered, the kerning is horrendous, and the font size is all wrong. It's the use of Comic Sans that's really killing me. And if there hadn't been free beer at the finish line, I just might have asked for a refund.
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