After chowing down on some spaghetti we drove out to Katrina's house where I quickly realized that I had forgotten my bag. I hadn't forgotten my pillow or Rosy but I had somehow managed to leave behind my clothes and shoes, which are kind of important when it comes to participating in a race. I would love to write more about the fact that since Rosy was born I can't seem to remember anything but that is a whole post in and of itself.
For a second I contemplated running barefoot in regular clothes and with no sports bra (it was the Hippie Chick after all) but I nixed that idea pretty quickly. Brandon proved himself once again as being an awesome husband by getting up a little before 4 AM so that he could bring me my stuff.
We had a blast with our sleepover the night before where I got to put on the coolest nail polish I've ever seen. Hanging out with these girls is so much fun that I forgot to get nervous.
|Michelle, Katrina, Marci, Laurie, and Lindsey - Hippie Chicks Forever|
|I was too busy talking Katrina's ear off to even notice the windmill.|
I knew that Brandon and the girls were at the end and I was so happy to see them. Because I love them, and also because I knew that I could stop running.