“What?” You gasp. “You’re not a runner! You hate running!”
It’s true. I do. I’m a kickboxer, not a runner. But I adore my friends, and when one of my best friends from high school invited my husband and I to run with him and his family, I agreed. Also, we’ll be running in Seattle, my old stomping grounds. Also also, I like a challenge and I’m a glutton for punishment.
Obviously.
I set this post to go live just as I’m flying to the coast, most likely with my face pressed to the airplane window in misery and regret. Did I mention that I hate running?
What is Ragnar, you ask? Why, I’m delighted to tell you! It’s a 200 mile long relay race with 11 of your closest friends! You can read about it here. I’m Runner 10 and my husband is Runner 11, if you’d like to look up our legs and route. Three legs apiece. 🙂
Take care, my friends! Wish us luck! I hope to come back to you in one piece. <3