houston, we have a problem.

Oh heyyyyyy, Happy New Year.

Can you still say that on the 28th of January?

Well anyway, I’ve been gone awhile. I mentioned this li’l unexpected setback I woke up to around the holidays and, well, I haven’t really been doing much since.

I mean, come on. Do you really need to hear about the shows I’ve been binge-watching on Netflix or the permanent ass-shaped indent I’ve made in the couch the last month?

No. No you do not.

But I’m starting to come out of the fog and I’ll tell you more about that later. Right now, I want to tell you about this really amazing marathon that I went all the way to Houston not to run.

Wait, what?

Sure, I signed up to run the thing months and months ago.
I had a flight booked.
Accommodations were made.

But then I got the solid “uh, hell no” from my doctor when I begged and pleaded with her to let me hobble through it since I had ALL MY PLANS MADE AND LIFE IS ALWAYS NEAT AND TIDY.

Ha ha ha, pause for laughter.

Yeah, we all know how the saying goes: sh&t happens.

It just does. And I was pretty bummed out about the whole thing, to be honest. But then I started looking at the Big Picture™ and I realized that while I wouldn’t be able to run the race as planned, I would get to spend several days making memories with a big group of internet strangers who have become actual, IRL friends.

The back story there is that a group of about 40 random knuckleheads who had met on a weightloss/fitness site decided to start a Facebook group together and the rest has become, as they say, history.

Along our journey to support each other in our health and fitness efforts, we have become this tight-knit group of lovable misfits who has been there for each other through dating, marriage, divorce, ups, downs, laughter, tears, and everything in-between.

There will always be skeptics who scoff at what’s become of society since the advent of the internet + social media.

No one connects anymore!
We live and die by how many “likes” we get!
We have lost all our social skills! 

Alright, I might be somewhat guilty of that last one but I was socially awkward way before it was cool.

The point is, sometimes our plan goes off rails. And sure, it can be a real drag but that’s just called the rollercoaster of LIFE, no? When we keep our mind and our hearts open, some pretty cool stuff can happen.

I went all the way to Houston and didn’t run a marathon. But I won big time, y’all.

Run on, friends!

(Oh, I’m sorry. Did you think I’d end this post without pictures? That’s just plain silly.)


One of our fabulous hosts made race bibs for this warm-up run that everyone did. The girl in the jeans and ballet flats did NOT run. But she still wore a bib because, go team.


It’s a good idea to drink large volumes of adult beverages for hydration purposes prior to a race. It’s an even better idea to never listen to me.


We were treated to true Southern hospitality by our gracious hosts. Here we are at brunch the day before the race. Sure, I was only going to be a spectator but that requires carbs too, guys.


Boston qualifiers. Cat shirts and rainbow legguns. This group has it all.


Just because I couldn’t run doesn’t mean I couldn’t support my peeps with toilet paper finish line tape because EVERYONE’S A WINNER, YO.


I totally wasn’t mad that I couldn’t run. Not one bit.


And here we have a random armadillo because, Texas.

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