That is a picture of my eleven week belly.
That is me with a number pinned to a loose fitting tee, not the side of a snug skin suit.
The run was challenging...trails I am ridiculously familiar with both on foot and bike were a bit more painful with a little competition thrown in the mix.
I am a slow "runner", but I learned that I am rather tenacious around other (real) runners...especially when my dad and husband are out there on the course
My dad, of course, had a cowbell in full effect at his intersection.
I am starting to feel better.
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