Race For The Cure

Race day tomorrow. We'll be sweaty and salty by noon. I'm pretty sure I could beat Dave at this point, but we've agreed to do it together. I wouldn't have even considered it 6 months ago, as it would have seemed challenging then. I missed the running. I'm not the runner I used to be but could be down the road. Down 71 pounds and almost back to being the cerebral hottie he used to call me. He now calls me Erinlicous since I'm just like Fergie, working on my fitness. I only wish it would not have taken so long to put things back together, never again!