The A-Maize-Ing Race Equals Death to All Appendages...kind of.

Holy monkeys! I exercised! I went and played volleyball with Randy and Janet's club team on Thursday night. SO great. I mean, it has been 9 to 10 months since any real life exercise...and oooh ya know...about a year and a half since any volleyball action! WOAH. Anyways. I obviously was in a rather large amount of pain. The whole not using your muscles (ever) thing kind of caught up with me in approximately two hours time. Yikes!

Alright. Moving on. This weekend I participated in a 24 hour scavenger hunt entitled The A-Maize-Ing Race. Wowzers. So we start off with a little pile of soreness from playing volleyball...and then just scoop on some walking. Just a little bit. Maybe right around, mmm I don't know maybe over a marathon's worth? Ladies and gents. I am not in shape. In any way, shape, or form. HAA. 

We were the Fletcher Finders...wearing red t-shirts all about the town completing various tasks and trivia along the way. TONS of snapshots were snapped. Annnd well, I'm really tired right now! I can't even go into the description of the dude who gnawed on a juicebox straw for a straight three hours...don't you eventually start eating the glorious chemicals that make up the wonderful world of plastic anyway? Whooo knows. 

Bottom line. We achieved third place. Out of what I believe were nineteen teams. Solid. Solid performance. Gift cards for all! Yaaay!! 

Okay. It has been past my bedtime since about 6 p.m. this evening...otherwise known as the official end to the A-Maize-Ing Race. Smell ya'll later.