Monday, March 8, 2010

cooper river - do over.

Wait. I'm realizing I didn't do my bridge post justice...

First, I didn't mention that I have more pride issues than anyone I know. I must do better than last year - one hour and three minutes.

Secondly, I didn't mention that last year I crashed. After the race ended (which was only about 9:30ish), I died until 3:30ish when my parents woke me for our neighborhood's version of the bridge run. Have you ever been to Edgewater Park? If not, there is a tiny bridge - about 30 ft - and everyone gathers to "run it" around 3:00 p.m that day. Clearly, lots of alcohol is involved and it's wonderful.

Not only am I not prepared, but I have to rise to the occasion - my parents are throwing their own bash starting at 1:00 p.m. This is bad. Real bad. Michael Jackson.

You would think I would be heading to the gym or running right about now.... No, the red wine got me.

Xoxo,
Britt

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