running makes you mooby

I got to meet Meb Keflezighi, the winner of the 2009 NYC Marathon, the first Marathon Tracie and I ever ran. I told him we got engaged at the finish line. He said, “That’s nice.” But not in a condescending way, in a sincere way. He’s a very nice man.

I wish I would have been wearing a less mooby shirt. It could have been worse. I could have been wearing one of those No Fear for Moms shirts they were selling, pink shirts that said things like, “I run like a girl. Try to keep up.” or “I don’t sweat. I sparkle.”

On second thought, I should have been wearing one of those shirts.