Monday, August 10, 2009
It could be worse.
Oh, I could tell lots of stories.
But all I'll say at the moment is THANK YOU to my very dear friend Maranda Allbritten, who has been running with me these last few days.
Running on fields of green grass.
Running around a dishwashing room.
Running toward Atlanta singing "Country Roads" and "Hey Jude"
Running toward truffles, coffee and ice cream.
Running into a Motel 6 in Nowhere, Georgia where we put on dresses, drank red wine, and made the best of a bad situation....
Thanks, Maranda. I'd be freaking out even more without you driving me around. Let's go to Kentucky.
More to tell soon.