Running Cult

So Poo and I had our first Running Room Cult meeting. Maybe 12 of us in total. A good group of people all ages, sizes, speeds, and abilities (praise Xenu ah Theton). And I should preface this by saying we were supa' nervous going in, thinking we'd be the group duds and everyone would zoom by us in their Running Room coats all "profesh" like...

...BUT OMG THEY WEREN'T!!! Can I just say we were so good! I ran 6km in 37 minutes?! Holy mother! That's some kind of personal best, I gots to tell you. I was the first girly to pull in about a minute behind the four boys, if that. And no walking for me! And Poo, dearest Poo, was only steps behind--and to think she thought she'd be left behind in the dark with the wolves. Dearest Poo. Thanks for doing it with me!

p.s. I freakin' love the commercial for KFC with the father getting up from the table to do a cheer for saucy wings...? F&ckin' hilari-puss.