FatAss ... and proud of it.

When given the opportunity to participate in something called the FatAss 5K ... how can you say no? It meant road-tripping it to Springfield and hitting the street in search of corn dogs, beer, ice cream, beer, hot dogs, beer and pig roast. What's not to love?

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 The race is sponsored by the Springfield Rotary Club, and it benefits the town through their various charitable acts. So let me get this straight: I get to run, drink beer and eat junk food ... all in the name of charity? I'm IN!

We had a nice group for this one. Linda, Pam and I, plus Julie and Barb, represented the Saturday Morning Strength Training group. Pam's beau Jim came along, and we met up with my friends Biff and Amanda downstate. The festivities began with packet pickup the night before, after which Linda and I drove to Jacksonville (about 40 minutes away) which would be our home for the night. We stayed with Cindy Carlson Rice, my evil fake stepmother, and it made race weekend even more lovely.

Saturday morning we were up and at 'em, ready to run! This is one I'd like to do every year. It's not a serious race, more an opportunity to chill and enjoy the process.

And the beer.

Partners in Crime - me (in the back) plus Barb, Julie, Pam and Jim

Biff (almost out of frame), Amanda and me. 

Me and Linda.

Biff and Amanda.  

Linda, excited for a corn dog.

 

 The best post-race meal ever ... pig roast!