My friend Shannon from graduate school has been my one and only true running buddy. We ran many, many hills and miles and miles of declines (we liked those better) and then ran a half marathon together, where we totally killed our goal, two hours and thirty minutes, by coming at just over two hours and five minutes. Yup, we were a pretty great team.
After our second year in Cincinnati, I split for Chicago and now Shannon is in New Zealand. Shannon is also really funny, and started to write a blog about her experience there, and this post is really funny. It involves running, cows, sheep, and a man named Alister.
I have been too exhausted to do anything but cap nap and drink wine and clean Kaye's oven (she's moving on Saturday). Yay for running 22 kilometers, Shannon!
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