With my husband.
I's got him all to myself.
Well,all to myself along with 54,998 other people.
Ryan is running the Peachtree Road Race!
Ryan doesn't run.
Well, not since that time a year or 2 ago that I tried to bribe him with, uhm, favors, in attempts to get him to develop a running habit.
But apparently it is true what they say:
When you give away the milk for free they do not want to buy the cow.
Girls, let this be a lesson.
What can I say?
I am weak.
Live and learn.
So wish us luck!
And, no race race for me but I am sure to have a great time. As always.
Seriously, if I can have good time when I have tummy ache in a marathon I sure as hell am going to have a blast at Atlanta's annual party.
Anyone running (or not) join us for some post race toasting at O'Terrill's on Piedmont a block past the finish. Word is this is where the Michelob after party is. Usually you need $10 cash and it is all the beer you can you drink.
Kisses and good luck to all those going for a PR!