Photo Diary: Little Black Dress

Nov 7

Once upon a time, a runner signed for a race, and her friends turned it into an EPIC Bachelorette weekend full of all her favorite things.

To find out these ladies signed up to run the race was a treat in itself, then they went and outdid themselves and blew me away with love and laughter.

Super excited my (soon-to-be) last name is also a super yummy bottle of bubbles. No relation. That I'm aware of.

Note to self: See if in fact they are on the same family tree....

I digress.

Bought a bottle of champs, because hello, my name is Marcia and everyday is a celebration.

Fact.

My friend Ginger says so and she's five days older and wiser than I :)

Angie and I took on the task of making boozy gummies via Pinterest. Hers (whipped vodka) turned out way better than mine...

Placed and promptly returned my first Rent the Runway (note: short gals can't rock jumpsuits, ever). Then launched into an epic meltdown of "we leave tomorrow and I have nothing to wear."

Thank heavens for Angie and her closet to the rescue!

The weekend was finally here!

But first, coffee.

Which came in handy because, holy-effing-traffic.

Made it into the city with juuust enough time to pick up our packets, check into our hotel and freshen up for the evening.

Dinner at BlackFinn Ameripub, where I went all carb monster and ordered mac-n-cheese for the table to share, then took the plate to my face solo. In addition to my dinner.

What?! Carb loading is real.

Next up, Nick and Knight concert at the House of Blues.

Fact: I LOVE the Backstreet Boys, have since 9th grade, and will -- forever and ever, Amen.

Arm party

I feel so cool saying that, "arm party."

Man I'm getting old...

The concert brought back the 90's in the most" oh-my-god-remember-this-song-it-was-my-jam" spontaneous dance party kinda way.

Back at the hotel we charged our gear and went to bed.

Cuz, oh yeah, we had a race the next morning and wake up call was -- 5 a.m. Yep.

Amie and I ran the half, veil included. Angie and Maryann did the 5k and batted not an eye as we fumbled in the darkness to get ready because they got to sleep in an extra hour.

Jerks.

Did I mention they also had tech shirts made for the race?!

They were perfect.

Guns went off and the race began -- Amie and I sticking together for the first five miles (the longest we have ran in a race together). The course was nice, similar to Zooma last year (which gave Amie PTSD flashbacks), but less congested in the park (to me), giant signs and volunteers along the way really helped so you didn't get turned around. Which happened to some poor girl last year, at Zooma.

I digress.

No race revelations, other than revelling in the course along the river, noting my playlist was on point, and that, despite my underwhelming training efforts, today was not the day to PR.

C'est la Vie.