Within a few hours of this race sending out a promotional email, I got at least 3 texts/emails demanding that I sign up. Well, if you insist.
I like running, but clearly here's the real reason I'm signed up.
I also love blogging (not as much as chocolate, but still, a lot). I've technically "met" three fellow bloggers in real life so far. Kara, just recently Jessica, and Shelly, if you count grabbing someone in the pitch black woods at mile 40-something of a race and screaming their name as a "meeting". Blogger meetups don't have to just be frozen yogurt.
|I felt I had to further illustrate my love of chocolate.|
Obviously, all of those turned out to be great (ok, not the one with Shelly, I was in pure hell at that time, but based on her blog and our email exchanges, actually meeting her in a normal fashion would have fantastic and I really hope I get to someday). I know I'll get made fun of my certain real life friends for saying this, but after reading about someone's life every day, tweeting, and emailing them all the time, when it comes time to actually meet, you feel like you've already known them so long, it's weird because it's not weird. I'm pro online dating, and online friending.
The point of this is my blog friends - turned official real life friends is about to significantly increase tonight. Kara is hosting a slumber party of several bloggers who will be running the hot chocolate race tomorrow: Kari, Emily, Amanda, and, of course, me. This is essentially the most exciting event of my life. I "talk" to these girls through email and twitter pretty much every single day, and I love slumber parties, racing, and chocolate to begin with, so meeting them in person, finally, and getting to race with them is the best thing ever.
A bunch of other awesome people will be running tomorrow: Victoria, another blogger who loves chocolate as much as I do, and I am dying to meet, my training buddies, Jackie and Lily, my long time BFFs Casi and Katylin (Katylin just recently completed her first 5K and 8K so I am so excited for her!) and my loving husband - did I forget anyone?
|I love chocolate. And beaver faces.|
The icing on the cake would be if my calves calm down enough so I can scratch an itch without crying in pain. I understand the arm soreness, but I was kind of under the impression I used my calves in running, so why are they being such whiny bitches about a little cross training?
Have you ever met a fellow blogger, and was it as fabulous as it was for me?