do good feel good

i went to sleep friday night at 1am, knowing full well i would have to get up at 5am to go to the race for the cure. 5 on the dot---my cell phone rings and the chipper voice on the other end is the recipient of my jesus-i-need-more-sleep grumpiness. yes, i had my mom call to wake me up. no, i do not typically get up that early, especially on the weekend. yes, i realize this makes me a giant baby. no, i'm not twisted about it. i soooo thought about assing out. but you know what? i'm really glad i went. it felt great to be a part of something so big. and all the people on the sidelines made me feel kind of like a celebrity. and i got back home long about the time i'm usually waking up on saturdays, which was certainly a strange feeling. plus, it's not like i don't need the exercise. : )

co-worker sara gets a shout. she's such a cutie. this is us mid-5k. blurry, but i think adorable still. yes, our company shirts were camo. wow.

these firefighters were dancing to "push it." and when i say dancing, i mean BREAKIN IT DOWN. seriously. they were awesome.
funny, i don't remember asking him to come with me....

like a fool, i took no pictures of my sweet sister or my daddy all weekend. what a TOOL. next time, next time i promise. i hope everyone had as good a weekend as i did. megs, good to see you. sisters make the gardens grow. okay, gotta hit the bricks. i think it's movie night...