Peachtree!

For the seventh year in a row, I spent my 4th of July morning with 54,999 of my closest friends in the annual sprint down Peachtree Street. My past few Peachtrees have not been pleasant--I'd always run out of steam around mile four or five and in general, felt pretty unprepared. It's hard to believe, but last year, I didn't run a single mile in June.

This year, Team Bacon (aka, me and Angela), back from a successful half marathon in Alaska, took to the course with much energy and enthusiasm, passing and being passed by some of our fave TNTers--Beth, Mike, Maria, Natasha, Drea, Joanna, among many others. My dad (6o next month!) kept up with us until the end. I finished in just over an hour, a good twenty minutes faster than I did last year. And it felt fun. Remind me again why I don't stop with 6.2?

I then enjoyed lots of sangria and yummy grilled food and plenty of queso, courtesy of my sister and Brian. A happy 4th indeed.