Back in the day (and by "in the day" I mean about 6 weeks ago...) I had zero desire to even attempt to become a trail runner. Seemed like an all around BAD choice for someone with my, shall we say, limited coordination. Does everyone remember how this went down? Let's refresh. I got a text from Danielle, my super famous, big pimpin and generally badass friend of Ooh Breathe, Just Breathe.
She suggested a trail race and
kicking, screaming and protesting I basically jumped on that shiz like it was my job. I blame her for the pain and suffering (just kidding dude, you rule!)
|961 & 962, BIG pimpin!|
Showing a little leg in the name of scantily clad running..
|After flipping Andy off I ran away super fast because I was afraid he was mad.|
Apparently he shouted to me that I was in the top 10 women at this point but I couldn't hear him due to my insane level of trail running rage. I mean headphones... Whatev.
Oh, and this is Andy's Blog go read it, you'll thank me.
|Best part of the whole day! Being DONE!|
And, planning to do it again next year. Duh...
Beer: WHOOO! Style: WINNING!!
|This sums up the feelings. |
But honestly? We both secretly loved it. We are crazy crossed with awesome.