It's time to go home. Go home to the city where I was born. And run it.
New Orleans, here I come!
For months my BFF and I have been talking about taking a girlfriends getaway. We wanted to do something to celebrate our April birthdays and reminisce about the trips we took together - pre-husbands and pre-babies. We thought about California, the Bahamas, Austin, Texas until we nearly decided on going to Arizona for a spa weekend.
Just as we were getting serious about finding accommodations, I learned that the Rock 'n' Roll series was starting to do half-marathon relays (one leg is 8 miles, the other 5.1). And there was a race in March in New Orleans, which would fit our criteria of being (somewhat) close to our birthdays and being somewhere warm.
I emailed her the idea and we spent the rest of the afternoon thinking about it, talking about it and dreaming of a weekend sans babies. Within two days, airfare and hotels were booked. And today, with our registration, we made it official. BFF and I are running the Rock 'n' Roll New Orleans half-marathon relay.
It's going to be completely mad. M.A.D.D., actually. Mothers Avoiding Diaper Duty. And let me tell you, I am pumped. P-U-M-P-E-D.
What are you excited about today?
(P.S. Sorry Jams. I didn't even see the D.C. half until we were booked.)