Today Chris and I celebrated a national holiday the only way we know how: racing. It's becoming a small tradition to do a race for every big day, why make this one any different? I wouldn't be surprised if we get married and do a race the day of - nothing says romance like experiencing the highs and lows of race course together, then meeting each other at the end to talk about how we blew up halfway through, how we didn't know if we could finish, and who ticked us off on the journey to the finish line. And my favorite feeling in the world is first seeing the big "FINISH" sign and then seeing Chris standing right beside it waiting for me. It's the hilight of my race. That, and at the beginning seeing him take off at the gun and lead the race as long as he can....whatta hoot. So today we completed the Ras na hEireann U.S.A. 5k, which was cool because it was all Irish themed (obviously) and they had bagpipe players and balloons and there were 4,000 runners - wh...
I like geography best because mountains & rivers know the secret: Pay no attention to boundaries.