Same time next year!

I see Allison Beach, one of my dearest friends, about once a year... over the 4th of July holiday when she drives in from the suburbs to spend the night with us so that we can get up early and go run the Peachtree. We have way more fun catching up with events from the previous year than we do running. In fact, running is the worst part of it. There, I've said it! It is so stinkin' hot and crowded, and the last 3 miles are brutally up hill. The sun blares in your face that last half mile, and to top it off, you have to walk what seems like another 10K just to get back to the Marta station. Why do we do it year after year? Oh, it's a tradition and the t-shirt is fun to wear the rest of the day, but the best reason to run the Peachtree is: when would I ever see Allison otherwise?

When we parted to go our separate ways this morning, we vowed to get together at least once this coming year, but if not, then I can always count on the same time next year!