We run funny

Today's column in the Times Free Press is one I wrote in the painful, giddy aftermath of the St. Jude half-marathon in Nashville last week. I have a ridiculous amount of fun with my running buddies, despite the fact that we spend a lot of time suffering together. Or maybe, as I theorize in this column, the pain and the humor are connected.

(Side note: Sarah ran that race in a super-human time. Most of us came in over our goal times. But Sarah, as it happens, is super-human.)

Here's a little collection of photos from the event, and here's another link to the column. And now I'm going for a run...

The female contingent of our fast, funny crew.
Marsha, Mary, Sarah and Autumn.

The kids in corral 13, featuring the irresistible Kent. Kent is the most
adorable man in the world, with the exception of Jim Fortune.

The half-marathon finishers. Autumn is still running. She did the full.
She is even crazier than us, and that is saying something.

I highly recommend the post-race blanket. I always carry one.

Icing our knees post-race. Those are some tired legs right there.

Did I mention that 31,000 people ran this race? Because they did.