But in the fashion that is true to us, we chose to do a run.
neon thigh high striped socks, glow sticks, day glow clothing, fabulous hair, the works.
Yea, that would be 98 degrees. Of awesomeness. With 8,000 other people. As I finished the first mile my lungs gave me an indication that they weren't happy. So I pulled out my inhaler to get a little puff puff of relief and...boom. It was gone. In the chaos of those 8,000 other runners, my inhaler disappeared. And so, I was left, breathless. I finished the race the best I could. But given the lack of air, my finish time was exceptionally disappointing. But, even more disappointing was the end result.