I look about as rough as I felt after running the 1/2 marathon in hot and humid Virginia beach. I wish I'd had the presence of mind to take a picture of my fun friend who let me stay with her and shuttled me to the race. Too bad the picture doesn't show the nice, bloody blister I had on my foot. Why do I do these things again?
Rock n Roll baby! I've got a couple other pictures of you. Thanks for the swass. :)
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