Y'all just a bunch of jealous pirates...

OK, it's been a week since the race and HP03 has finally come home to roost, I mean post. What can she say, her BossLady is like, making her do work this week, gawd.

TCP is where the party's at. Hootie Hoo! Sub-Team 360!
And HP01, 05, and 06 were surely rocking V-for-victory-strings under their hot pants.

Alright, HP03 gets it, any shorts she wears show her ass. What can she say, her ass loves frrreedom and despite their heated debates, she can't convince her booty that W is a total asshole. I mean, you'd think with the way W hates on men who like ass, that HP03's boot would feel discriminated against...

Anyway...so the spirit of the TRI was tri-rific, but that run was a bitch. Hills, hills, hills. HP03 is officially changing her middle name. HPHills03. Let's see, race highlights................the run start was a death trap and all she could think about was how worried HP04 was about HP03 rolling her ankle two weeks before the marathon and it being her fault........HP03 tried to pace herself against a 21year-old cross-country runner, it...um....didn't really work out...............at one point she was running past this guy wearing a Navy mankini that said Kennedy Carrier Group etc, which was the carrier HP03's dad served on so she said, "Alright, go Navy (and flashed him in preparation for the big game)!" And then suddenly the uber-hill got even steeper and she was no longer "passing" this guy, but was running at the exact same pace, which was....awkward. Not being so hot-t with the awkward moments she said, "So uh, Navy huh? My dad served on Kennedy back in the day." He looked at her and cheerfully said, "Oh really? That's great." But HP03 could tell he meant to say get the fuck out of here. So...... she did..........Lastly, at the finish line, some old maniac came flying up behind HP03 (she was apparently his pace car) to pass her at the very end. Since she was also flying -- the result of starting a run with a brief stint of levitation -- she didn't know what the hell the noise was that was bearing down on her. Yup, just an old man warming up for his heart attack. OK, buddy, you win!

After the race HP03's right leg was super sore. In an effort to take her tapering phase to the extreme, she ran.....once. Four miles on Thursday morning. BUT there was a hill. A big hill. SB (who HP03 is currently accepting clever blog nicknames for) suggested the pair take on the monster hill as part of the early morning jaunt. When HP03 moaned and protested on behalf of her hips, SB got huffy, at which point, HP03 said, "Ugh, fine let's do it. You're making me feel like a pussy." "A what?" Yes, thank you HP02 for making 'pussy' part of HP03's daily vernacular. Very classy. Anyway, HP03 rocked that muther and left pushy SB in her dust. Admittedly, there were points where she wanted to stop, but she remembered the hill she was able to mount the weekend before and she pushed on and cruised up yet another, slightly less painful hill on the return trip. Boo yeah.

The marathon is less than a week away. HP03 is nervous-ish, but excited. Ten miles this weekend and a few sumptin' sumptins next week.

Despite ChicagoHotPants' irritation with her screaming legions of fans, HP03 still wants her body markings to be dominated by her name. But there is a problem, most runners write it on their arms and HP03 will likely be wearing her fancy, long-sleeved tissue/shirt so.....she's thinking she'll scribble it on her bum.