Well, it wasn’t my best time (in fact, it was my worst time ever), and my high school coach would have been pretty po’d to know that I actually showed up on race day hung over – but I didn’t throw up, or get lost, or even stop. So I’ll call it a win. Here I am, in my “available” race shirt – with the added bonus that the leggings I wore turned out to be see-through. A shirt that says single and practically running around naked? Had I known, I would have been handing my number out all over the place.
Bring on 12 in 12 in 2012.
Saw the worst case of see-through leggings ever at the Louvre. Can you guess what nationality the girl was? American, god aren’t we depressing?