Steve calls me a race-ist (He thinks he is really clever. He kind of is.).
Woah, hold the phone! I love all colors, shapes and sizes equally. However, I am addicted to running races. See what he did there? He’s a funny boy.
Boyfriend, you may be right, but you don’t have the skills required to write beautiful ballads for the kitten like I do!
Perhaps the only thing I love more than running races is
eating the calories I burn getting my race photos back. There is a 96.3% chance that I will like like a mix between running Phoebe and greased up deaf guy in all my photos, but I love them anyway:
So without further ado, I present my sexy as all heck Corvallis Half Marathon photos, stolen from the interwebs, obviously. That’s just how I roll.
Haven’t you heard? Double chins and bionic legs are so in this season.