But, it got us to thinking...who could be our sponsor? Whose name could we boldly stamp on our running bras? [Note: neither of us would even think about running in just a bra! Subject for another post!] Who would deem us worthy of their brand? The answer was immediate. Waffle House. Every small town in the south has one. No Starbucks? No Panera Bread? No quaint local coffee shop? No worries...you can always find a Waffle House. It's a place to console yourself after a bad race or celebrate after a good one...and to definitely plan the next one. Yes, we decided, we could wear those yellow blocks with pride!
So, we did our usual 5k this Saturday. And, congratulations to Team WH for both placing on a very hilly course. Of course, we stopped at Waffle House afterward to celebrate. As we go our separate ways to race this coming weekend, good luck Sista on your race...and eat a Peanut Butter Waffle for me. Go Team WH.