Finish Line

Well, I survived the Race for the Cure. It was one of the stranger experiences of my life. I worked my way as close to the starting line as I could, but it was still a good 5 minutes before I could even begin to run at all, because of the mass of people (I believe "horde" is the proper word). It was pretty fun, despite the horrid shirt I "got" to wear, and I found out that I do run faster in a crowd, because there's always someone else to catch.
According to the newspaper, there were about 18,000 people there. And some of the team names were downright naughty.
Angie, you're a gem for donating (and Lizzy, for trying). As for the rest of you who criticized me in that previous post...