moonlight miles is the epitome of small town race.
partly because of this:
partly because they hand out glow sticks and do pre race yoga:
1. the male winner beat me by a solid 9 minutes. almost ten.
2. the lovely girl who came up to me at the end and so rudely asked how old i was because she knew there was no way i was 18. hi thanks macon...keep it classy.
partly because the most fun part about this race is that everyone is so friendly, it's at night (so no one can really see your ugly face or how slow you're going), and there is beer. and if you know anything about me: i like beer.
mostly because one of my prizes was gift certificate to the bar that if you wore your bib you got half off your beer. which was already absurdly underpriced and so you do like me and buy all your friend's beer, and still aren't even remotely near the total and you tell the bartender to just keep whatever is leftover, because #FirstLady.
oh, did i not mention? when you are the first female runner on the course, everyone calls you First Lady, and it's AWESOME.
until next time macon, #keepitclassy.
also if you are ever in macon, never eat Kudzu Catering <-- they are dillholes and need to be punished. trust me, i am an expert.