I love going down to Atlanta to run with my friend KB.
Last year we did the Muddy Buddy Bike n' Run.
This year: The Hot Chocolate 15k.
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{No, that's not the Michelin Man. It's a giant marshmallow friend.}
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Yes, I'm pretty sure this race was conceived for me. They thought, "What Would Lindsay Do?"
Create a race that revolves around chocolate, of course.
I'm not sure they were expecting it to be in the 60s in January...but it gave truth points to the HOT Chocolate 15k in HOT-lanta.
As far as the actual running part, the course took us through the heart and bowels of Atlanta. It was a much more hilly course than I was expecting. Then again, I approached this as a fun run and didn't bother to check out the elevation changes beforehand so I didn't know what to expect. It's all good though, because I LOVE HILLS.
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| {If I had bothered to check the elevation beforehand, this is what I would have seen.} |
I ran with KB and her friend until about 7.5 miles where we approached a big double hill. I channeled my inner beast (and by that I mean I pretended I was Hales) and flew off up the hill. I cut 2:00 off my pace per mile for the rest of the race. 10 points to Gryffindor for still having that much left in the tank!
Just as I was entering the last stretch, Thrift Shop by Macklemore-- my anthem, if you will-- came on. I was kickin' it. That is, until Fergie started invading my ears as I neared the finish line, ruining my ethereal moment.
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| {Post-race with our finishers mugs.} |
Now, let's get to the important part. The chocolate. In my expert opinion: sorely disappointing. I had in my dreams vats of liquid chocolate with a myriad of dippers around which we would frolic with child-like delight. Wrong. More like cafeteria style "here's your plastic bowl" with a glob of chocolate, two stale pretzels (we're talking the inch diameter twists here), a cardboard wafer, a Rice Krispie Treat that had been downsized out of concerns for childhood obesity, and a banana.
Thank goodness for the banana.
The Good News: While the post-race treats were a bit sub-par, the swag was killer. The hoodies are fitted for women, fleece lined, and oh, so comfy!
Because I'm always being ragged on by a certain co-worker/pitcher for not knowing anything about sports, I had to get in some baseball cred while at Turner Field. And yes, I have actually been to a game here, thank you!
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| {Cheesing it up in front of Turner Field.} |
I apologize for the spilt hot chocolate. I promise I did not throw up in front of Turner Field.
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