It began as peer pressure from my younger sister, Julie. And turned into a really good thing for Michael and I to get our booties moving and start the ever-ongoing quest to shape up our health. We began training in February, and despite a few falls off the wagon (how can you visit New Orleans and not enjoy the good food?), we triumphantly crossed the finish line, and we weren't last. It was a GREAT experience. So much so, that we've long forgotten the pain and soreness, and are anticipating other races to enter ...hoping to keep the momentum going. Yes, I think we're running into a bit of trouble! Wish us luck!
Before the race...the sun just beginning to come up. The lines for the bathroom (honey pots) extremely long. Pre-race jitters. 
At the end...with smiles!
