We are huffing up hill and here she comes running past, and she still has the energy to blow us a kiss. I was praying to the God's of chubby girls and mothers that I wasn't actually already dead but someone had forgotten to tell me, and CB is blowing kisses. Everyone around us got the biggest kick out of it and it was pretty sweet.
Generally large gatherings of women suck, since we are a pack of super petty beings, but this was different. There were your obnoxious look at me loud talkers, but for the most part it felt like more of a love fest than anything.
I am so proud of CB. Lucky 100. Isn't that cool? Run Carrie Run!