Post Race: Heartfelt Insights.

To the genius who invented Advil: My debt to you is expansive and growing 800 mg at a time. But I'm getting around and only hobbling after being seated for long periods of time, and I only wound up with 2 blisters, albeit 2 blisters that grew so large they looked like just one until I pierced them. I proudly wore my shirt today (I ALWAYS, no matter how hideous, wear the shirt the next day):

(The jeans were an impulse purchase from my favorite little store in town. In hindsight, they look like I stole them off of a Real Housewife of New Jersey.)

You were supposed to tie-dye your own shirt post-race, but since the only things on my mind post-race were getting warm, having a drink, and finding chips and salsa, a plain white T seemed a bottom priority.

Again, I just want to mention my raging sister for inspiring me to do this. I'm not going to lie- the two hours it took to push Kate out was child's play compared to this- but we are already planning the next one- Moab, this spring. Who's in?