A Team - Day 1, Leg 2: Hot Plate!

One thing you can say about this group, we are consistent…consistently awesome. I am amazed with how consistent our paces have been, even with the weird diet, the weird sleeping schedule and the weird playlists that Chesley plays. Each of our second legs presented the same variety of excitement and lameness as the previous leg and the boys each came in with solid 7-8-minute splits and the girls each finished right at 9:45 splits. We capped off our second leg last night with a little Mexican Fiesta in Clanton, as all of us were tired and came to the mutual decision that we'd rather risk the potential intestinal havoc it might wreak later and have Mexican food than eat Wendy's or the likes. The fruits of our good decision making were realized when we were served a bucket of steaming hot refried beans by a waiter wearing a skin tight apron while exclaiming, "HOT PLATE HOT PLATE!" Whilst our group dined on chips and queso, I surveyed the crowd what their favorite moments of the day were and was provided the following fodder for conversation:
·         A fun little jaunt to Target to purchase an open box special boombox to hook the iPods up to. The result has been a glorious RV ride showcasing several hours of the group's greatest hits, such as the Macarena, Purple Rain, and Mmmbop. 
·         During my 4-miler right at dusk, a golden retriever decided to join me right around mile 2 and dive in and out of traffic and literally run circles around me. It only became somewhat concerning when it became apparent to me that her sight was lacking and she dodged out into traffic.  So basically, I spent the remainder of my run being herded like a lame sheep by a blind dog, which obviously makes me feel fantastic.
·         Knowing that we have unconditional support from all of the locals we run by, not limited to the 8 year old girl who was driving a riding lawn-mower unsupervised with her 6 year old husky brother riding on the front of it while cheering for us and waving.
·         Checking into our hotel and finding some hairs in the bathroom that clearly defied the laws of gravity to happen upon the sink.
Additionally, there was some spirited group discussion over queso that resulted in our need to say just one thing: SHOUT OUT TO MAD DOGG, WOOOOOOT WOOOOT!
A-Team, out – what what!