Yee haw - I'm back from Nashville with my new cowboy boots
I'm tired of talking about boys. Can we talk about my new boots instead? Seriously, I love them. And, for all of you that are wondering...they are not pink!
In addition to loving my new boots, I found that I don't hate country music! In fact, I have more in common with those country singers than I thought. Their cars are always breakin down, their hearts are always breakin, someone's always losing (stupid Cubs) and yet through it all, they don't sing the blues, they sing country!
And, I did have a Tim McGraw sighting (only I didn't know it was him until after I'd made a fool of myself in front of him). See, I was overserved and showing off my new boots to Beaker and almost fell over only to look up to two cowboys laughing at me. One of those cowboys was the one and only husband to Faith Hill, another country hottie. He is not ugly.
About the race? It was hard. I kind of sucked. Hills bad. Goo gel bad, wanted to barf mile 9 through 13.