Yesterday I got my tired butt out of bed early to participate in the Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure with my work and our running group, the BracPack. Calling it a 'race' is a bit of a misnomer, though, as it's more of a 3.2 mile stroll with 16,000 people down and up 300 and 400 West. I spent the time chilling with my boss and co-worker, shooting the breeze and pretending we were tuckered out. So even though I had no post-race elation and that feeling of accomplishment from giving it your best, me and my new running shoes did feel good about the good cause we were supporting.
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