I wanted to write something clever and interesting tonight, something that will make you keep coming back to this blog. I wanted to be witty and entertaining and intelligent and original. I also do not want Greg to yell at me in the morning because I said I was going to write and then fell asleep watching “The Real Housewives of Atlanta.” This happens more than I would like to admit.
Here’s the deal: my brain is fried, and my body is soon to follow. So, in lieu of a nonsensical post about nothing at all, I will leave you with a picture that makes me happy.
This is my “official” race photo from my 5K a few weeks ago. I received it in my email this morning, and it was a nice reminder on an otherwise dreary Monday. I like that I am smiling like a lunatic, mostly because I am glad that I can stop running, but also because Greg, my sister, and my friend Lindsay are a few feet away and cheering for me. My form is probably all wrong, and I’d like to shave a minute off my time at the next race, but I still really like this picture. Look, Ma, I did it!