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They finally posted my pictures from the race—nothing from the finish line (which is FINE) but plenty of me running across that darned creek. I almost enjoyed it. Almost.
What I like about these pictures is that I am most definitely running. Not in a graceful, gazelle-like manner, but…most definitely running.
My calves are still sore from that darned race.
Oh, and Happy Leap Year Day! On my way home from rehearsal last night I heard a bit on the BBC World News during which they interviewed a woman who was a “leap year baby” and only has an official birthday every four years. I thought that sounded really neat. My mom was born in a leap year, but on February 24…she should have waited five days…she’d be so much younger 😉