Cooper River Bridge Run

I mentioned in previous posts that Ed and I were going to Charleston, SC for a weekend. While we had friends that were going to be visiting there, and we were looking for a romantic weekend away, the main reason we went was for the Cooper River Bridge Run. Now, I have never been a runner. As much as I would love to be, I am more of a short distance girl. Nonetheless, I willingly signed up for a 10k. Now, I had all intentions of training for this race, but motherhood was not so willing to comply....

 We had to be at the start line by 7, which required us to get up at 5 to catch the bus across the bridge As you can tell...I am not really a morning person.

The race was delayed and we were at the waaaay back of the pact of 44,000 people. To put it into perspective, the winner of the race had been done for over a half hour before we even crossed the start line. We joked that the race was 6.2 miles unless you were in the M corral (which we were) in which case the race was 7 miles.

 It was nice to walk and get to enjoy the day and get some sun. We finished in about an hour and a half or so. Ed, of course, was totally fine. It was just a normal day for him (except he would have ran it). I, however, was exhausted. Baby's take it out of ya!

In addition to the race, we got to spend some quality time eating and drinking our way around Charleston. Most definitely enjoyable!

All in all it was really nice to get some time away to reconnect. It's amazing how the days just fly by taking care of the little one, so we definitely needed some "us" time. As a mommy, though....I couldn't wait to get back to this...

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While juvenile, I find that we need to discuss something very monumental. The end of One Tree Hill. This show came out in 2003. I was still in high school in 2003. For nine seasons this show has been around...and do you know who has been watching it? Not high school kids...not teeny boppers. Me. Me and many other twenty-somethings. Ed makes fun of me. He says that he can't handle watching "teenage shows". I don't really care if he can't watch it...I can't not watch it. I am emotionally invested after 9 years. I must know what happens.

Anyway, last night was the 2 hour series finale. I knew that this was the last season, but did not know this was the finale until last week. I was not ready. I feel ambushed. I am currently operating under the notion that if I refuse to watch the final episode than its not really over. Denial isn't just a river in Egypt, folks! I am not sure how long I can hold out though. Curiosity is killing me.

I'm sure I will end up watching it (likely by the end of the day. My resolve is not so strong). But it better be worth it. This better be epic. Nine years of my devotion is counting on it.