Well, hey there. I, some time before writing the words you're currently viewing, considered what picture is so daringly epic that it could possibly live up to the honor of being placed with my first post on my bloggity. Then, I realized that this post is largely un-important and therefore chose the picture at the left. That's me. The one there. In third. Mind you, I was only not-first because my party hat fell off when I started running, and with it fell my pride and any desire I had to live life (much less run). The stallion you see in front of me would happen to be Camille van Putten. I'd say she's not that important since she wasn't on my team, but, then again, it is Cami, which cancels out any notion of lessening the greatness of those wonderous strides. This would indeed be the most epic moment of my entire life (excluding my birth, of course). And there you have it. My precious little bloggity, you now have meaning. My, this post has gone on far too long. Ah, well. Deal with it.