Phoenix or Bust!

So the weekend starts out with 7 beautiful babes piling into a car and cruising the lonesome highway to Arizona.

Me, Sara, Angie, Deniece, Marcee, Jen, and Janey headed out for a night of fun where I instantly became "Mother Hen" making sure that everyone was where they should be and that all the ladies were enjoying themselves. What the heck was I thinking not packing my "Hot Mom" clothes so I could let loose a little?! (sorry no pics)

Saturday morning we woke up late (like real late, 10:30 am) and went out for some delicious breakfast. We ended up laying around for the rest of the day by Sara's pool, just sunning ourselves in the 80 degree weather. It was honestly so relaxing. Not that I don't totally love my husband or my son, but with not a care in the world and no one to reply to, I could get used to that!

That night we went to CPK to carbo load and shop a bit. I ended the night with the most amazing piece of carrot cake. Like I've said, the best part of running is the night before when you gorge on carbs and sweets to fuel you for the next day.

Sunday morning we got ready to run and had the most intelligent (I say this because he knew just a little to much about everything) taxi cab driver take us downtown. I got the pleasure of sitting up front next top this sweet spirited, missing tooth and breath was result of hadn't been brushed in a long while man. Needless to say, I rolled the window down and held my jacket over my face. Nothing wrong with a little halitosis:{

The run was Awesome and I will do it again. Probably one of the funnest races I've done. Tonz of people line the streets and we ran right through town with the cars passing by. It's a true adrenaline rush. The best part was probably the fact that I had a little unexpected liquid come from no where and because I was at the very end of my 13.1, I just kept running. For all of you runners, you know what I'm talking about when the body does things you just don't expect. It was kinda like when you fart for the first time in front of your husband (do not say it hasn't happened). You just roll with it and kinda pretend like it didn't happen, hope it doesn't smell and talk a little bit louder in hopes that no one heard. BTW: I did not poop my pants

So, with that being said, a tradition has been started, new friendships have been made and 13.1 more miles were added to the runnin shoes. Thanks Sara for being the ultimate host and to
Angie for driving us all over the place. I had a blast!

Pre race pic taken by my boyfriend Hal:}

Post race- Nice and sweaty