I don't think I could live here, and I'm not truly considering it, but I dare say a part of me melted a bit in Arkansas. There's a charm.
I spoke at an event today designed to get women out of their houses and active. This means all types of backgrounds and bodies. All sorts of ability levels. Some, barely able to walk around the outdoor track one time, others pushing themselves to jog in two minute intervals completing four laps. Individual goals and meltdowns. Track suits, sweatpants, over sized t-shirts, two hundred women of all thanking me on their way out with dahlin', chayld, sweedhaar as they passed through the chain link fence past the buzzing overhead field light back to their cars.
They've seen the plates on the van and are thanking me for bringing the warm weather from California. I can't for the life of me bring myself to tell a 65 year old women wearing a moo-moo and running shoes that I'm from Minnesota.
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I stayed in Jonesboro, AR once. I think I stayed at the Hampton Inn. I actually at a sushi restaraunt that night... I know right, sushi in BFN Arkansas... No. I didn't get sick. And, yes. It was good.
You're braver than I am, woman- damn.
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