I think I found the next race I’m going to sign up for. I saw an ad for this on Facebook today, and I had to investigate more.
BeachPalooza. It’s like my 19-year-old Mike’s Hard chugging self and my 28-year-old runner self made a baby at the beach. Since reading Heather, Anne and Tina’s race recaps from this weekend, I’ve been dying to find my own adventure race to run.
Beach? Running? Beer? I’m signing up.
As you know, I love my race photos. Since the More/Fitness Half was so hard for me, I was interested to see how these would turn out.
Oh hey. No big deal. Just the sixth time I’ve done this. Just a jog in the park.
Hey, Mr. Cameraman? You can’t sneak up on me.
What? Okay, maybe you can. I think I was either sneezing or contemplating walking off the course at this point.
Theodora, 2; Cameraman, 1.
I just couldn’t get it up. My thumb, that is.
The stronger I squeeze my Camelbak tube, the faster I’ll go, right?
I did it!!!! Three-half marathons in a row!
True story: after this photo: I looked at my fingers to make sure I’d really put up three, and not two, or four. I’m smart like that.