As opposed to celebrating St. Patrick’s Day with green beverages and corned beef and cabbage, I took to the streets of Atlanta with 8,742 of my closest friends and ran/walked/stumbled 13.1 miles.

The weather was perfect – slightly humid with a chill in the air.  And by the time the sun was up, we were running westbound.  Neighborhoods came out to cheer us on.  Friends were made on the course as we encouraged our fellow runners.  And for not having trained for this race, I’m happy with my time of 3:18:32.

Right now, my next half-marathon isn’t until October but that could change if someone twists my arm.  *smiles*

~ Miss Fancy