So, this past weekend consisted of…
…playing a ridiculous amount of Rock Band with my girlfriends and their husbands/fiances. (Which resulted in deciding that, in order to get better, I will eventually have to purchase my very own Rock Band. You know, for my free time.)
…shopping for and ordering a bridesmaid dress. Come June, I’ll be decked out in this:
I love the color, I’m just not really a bow or gathering kind of girl.
But hey, it’s not my day.
…running the Philly Rock ‘n’ Roll half-marathon!
If you remember last year, my parents missed me crossing the finish line, and my mom admitted that she’d been looking for me in the ambulance. This time, she knew better – though still missed me. BUT she is an excellent supporter, and I’m so glad she came out. (Thanks, Mama!) And she did catch this action shot around mile four or five:
Last year, too, we were so excited for our first real medal. Once we finished, we marveled at the weight and the general coolness of the Liberty Bell we’d won. But this year, well, this year’s medal wins, hands down:
The guitar! The sparkles! And it’s even heavier than last year!
My actual time may not have been as good as before, but the experience was right up there. Plus, reward me with a medal like that, and you can be sure I’ll be back next year.
I’ll run it as many times as it takes for my parents to see me cross that finish line.