everybody loves a booty girl!

one winner. 655 losers. and i eat losers for breakfast. with a side of cheese grits. and sometimes the winner doesn't finish 1st. she finishes 137th with a new personal best of 27:07. 5th in her age group. let the boastful speeches begin. you want it and i'm serving it. with a shake.

pre-race. everybody loves booty shorts. they make you run faster. though utterly tasteful, i thought mine were a touch too short. check out the teenage skanks that slipped into the picture with me and made me look like a modest prude.

my personal cheering section. littlebigmouth mostly cheered for the free donuts they were handing out. el presidente was cheering for the football lights at the stadium. thank goodness legaleagle had his blackberry to keep him occupied.

take a gander at my romanian-pre-teen-gymnast hairstyle. i think i had eight hair barrettes in total. all i needed was some spray glitter for my hair and a too small long-sleeved leotard that rode up in the back i would have been set. i'm not one of those runners that can handle their hair touching them at any time. it ruins my concentration and focus. plus, it's extra gymnasty(my new word) because i am stretching while balancing on the curb. gold medal-tastic.

the purple circle is me. the red circle is my time.
holla at my boy!(tim gunn)

and so this completes my 2008 three road race goal. what have we learned kids?

1. you don't have to have any athletic abililty whatsoever to be a runner.

2. i now consider myself an athlete and i walk with a jock-swagger wherever i go.

3. is that it?

and one for all the baby's mama's mamas. that's you grandma and mimi.
reagan's soccer team is like herding cats. 10 three year old's who can't listen to save their lives.

balancing the ball on one hip, while the other hand was nonchallantly placed on the other hip and smiling at the same time was almost too much to ask for.

and don't get me started on the team picture.
the end. fancypants out!