The benefit of thinking you're awesome...

Saturday a couple gal pals and I are running out on some country road chatting about horses, houses and peeing in bushes, ignoring our aching feet and the surprise heat wave. 

62 is so a heat wave.  ...Yes it is!  Stop it.

We found ourselves in the path of a bike race.  It was super-official with flags, vans, volunteers and well, bikers.  I waved to a few gals who, as they wheeled past me, were singing "Light my Fire" and "WaaHOO"ing.  Sara said they were psyched 'cause they were beating boys.

Yeah, buddy.

I don't know what it is about the Girl Power, we are tough chicks, I-am-woman-hear-me-roar stuff but I am definitely a sucker for it.  I mean, you won't see me entering any women's body-building competitions.  (let's just skip over the tempting photoshop opportunity)  But I remember how in my high-school weights class I would arm wrestle anybody.  Anybody.  I always won (total lie) and I had a victory growl/dance.  (in my head)  Even now I like to imagine that I'm Elektra in modest clothing.  Never mind I was a whiny baby during yoga with Monica the other day.  Never mind I pulled a groin muscle a bit at Solana's 'cause I thought I was soooo flexible.  And never mind I still have Mike lift the heavy stuff because I am a lady ...with flubbery arms. 

While running today I felt my superwoman powers weakening.

I'm tired!  My legs hurt!  Those cows smell!  This song is lame!

But really, if I can beat anybody arm wrestling then I can certainly run all the way home, right?

hehe

ROAR!!!