Knock ‘Em Dead

Earlier this week, my dear friend, Nicolette, let me know she’d be in town and asked if I was free. I wasn’t free but here’s the thing: Nicolette was and has always been one of my favorites. We met while at UT (hook ’em!)–we still don’t know how or where–and well, it had been a few years since I last saw her.

So duh. I cancelled my plans. And well, YES. We ate bowls of queso. Margaritas got involved. We reminisced about that boat party where we performed a choreographed dance to Bootylicious and then jumped in the lake fully clothed. We compared notes on how to be a grown up. Talked love, work, family. And we laughed. A lot.

Then today, with five weeks until the BK half, I dragged my tired (hungover) ass out of bed and ran my fastest 5K.

Moral of the story: Never say “no” to favorites. Always say “yes” to queso. And knock ’em dead. Every day.

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