Through a long series of texts that included this little gem below, we agreed to sign up for the Hot Chocolate 15K.
|Just call me Dr. Jaime. I will stitch you up!|
Annnnnnyway, so we decided to run it. It looked like a lot of fun. But then this weekend happened, and well, I had my first DNS (that's Did Not Start for those of you that are unfamiliar with racing lingo).
So Friday night, we celebrated Tara's birthday on the other side of the world at Los Dos Molino's, which has awesome Mexican food.
And I had a giant Prickly Pear Margarita, which was amazing. I was leaning towards the raspberry, but this guy David ordered this for me and it rocked!
|My mouth is watering looking at this picture.|
Buuuuut, then there was our Kemah Farms Christmas Party, which was an event. Mostly, because we decided to dress it up. It was catered and we had a musician, which was really nice.
|Some of the Kemah Farms girls:|
Ava, Linda, Kristy, me, Jeannette
I actually can get dressed up! But don't ask me to wear stilettos and drink wine. Not a good combination.
I really, really tried to keep in mind that I was supposed to race in the morning, but the longer the night went on, the more I just wanted to have fun with some of my favorite people. (Although, Tara is one of my favorite people, too, but running is not really as fun as drinking wine and getting all crazy, right?)
And then it got more and more wild...
And then this happened...
By the time I left, I still thought maybe I could pull off a 15K in the morning. I got home, set out my race stuff and went to bed. When my alarm went off, I had a killer head ache. I'm sure it wasn't from the wine...
I had given Tara a heads up that I might not be ready to race earlier in the night, but then on my way home I convinced myself I could do it...
At 6:00AM, I said screw it and went back to bed. So I do not have an awesome race recap for you. But Tara was a rock star and did it, anyway. I have a couple of race options for next weekend, so I better to stick to my guns on one of those.
I did meet the barn peeps for breakfast this morning.
|Don't we look great?|
And I saw my little Lou, but I gave him the day off. He's only four, after all. He doesn't have to work as hard as the big boys.
|That little face can't help but make me smile.|
So that was my weekend. How was yours?