(if you sang that title, we’re cool. If not, might I introduce you to the musical stylings of a Mr. Michael Bolton.)
It’s my HOPE that this post will publish just as I’m crossing the finish line of the Georgia 1/2 Marathon.
Hopefully, I’ve just completed a 13.1 mile run on some fresh legs.
Hopefully, I’m not throwing up. Oh good gosh, I hope not.
Hopefully, Tina and I were able to stick together and she didn’t leave me around mile 2. (If you left me, Tina, I don’t blame you. And I’m sorry for the coffee breath.)
Hopefully, I’ll have some cool running stories to share with you guys…like how I almost lost an eye when this one dude in a chicken costume came flying out of no where around mile 9.
That’d be a cool story.
Not sure how he’d get near my eye. But we’ll see. It could happen.
Hopefully, the post-race brunch (with Tina, Laura, Heather, Lee & Christie) will include some sort of biscuits and gravy, homemade waffles, sugar-dusted french toast and hot chocolate. Or all of that.
Hopefully, I’ve just crossed the finish line. But even if I haven’t, I’m still hopeful that you’ll come back tomorrow for a race recap.