A few weeks ago, I skittered through the Kansas City Groundhog Run 5k with Dee (speaking of Dee - today is her birthday! Happy birthday, Dee!) When I mentioned I was doing this 5k, more than one person expressed shock that I am a "runner". Um. No need to be shocked. I am not a runner. I just need to exercise and signing up for a 5k was a great way to force my flabby rump out the door at 7am on a bitter, frigid Sunday morning in February. In that same vein, I will be signing up for Lawrence's Shamrock Shuffle. There are also a few runs in April that look interesting - the Kansas City Trolley Run and the Dorothy Dash 5k here in Olathe. Although, it might be reaching a bit, linguistically, to use the word "dash" any time I am "running".
Before the "race", I went to pick up my running packet at the Ward Parkway Mall and we came across a special event held for Harvesters. Folks doing HUGE sculptures made out of cans.
Angry Birds? How about Hungry Birds?
Seriously, amazing. The birds. Not my "running".