|See me? Check out Cool Dude on the bottom left and the woman on the right who looks like she just realized her Garmin's battery is dead. Bless her!|
|I've never won a glass before! I got a cool ribbon and a glass with the LWL logo on it.|
|This is a picture of me hiding what I was drinking at the moment. Michelle asked, " Are you sure you want that in the picture?" (Michelle is the cleanest eating person on earth. She has been trying to whip me into shape, and she's doing a good job. Before I pulled this drink out of the cooler, I had said, "Don't judge me!") I hurriedly stuck it behind my back before she snapped the picture. It was a real, authenic, no-holds-barred SUNKIST...high fructose corn syrup and red 40 included. It was so good. I love LWL because they always have Sunkist. I guess there's always a reason to splurge.|
The postrace food was great.; well, it looked great, anyway. They had chicken halves and sides. It looked amazing, but I rarely ever indulge in race food because eating after a race isn't something I do. It takes my body a while to get to that point of wanting to eat. I typically drink chocolate milk or some juice...or in this case, Sunkist. I usually wait and eat some real food with Heath at a restaurant as a treat. We went to Buffalo Wild Wings and allowed the dirty-eating streak to continue. I had boneless wings with the chipotle dry rub and fries with cheese and vinegar salt seasoning. Oh, lordy!
We then went to a cute little cycling shop in Downtown Florence called The Spinning Spoke Cycling Club. They have lots of nutrition, gear, Flex bikes, Oiselle clothing for the ladies, and Pearl Izumi Zoot gear. They also have a bike repair station in the back. I loved the little shop. It's right across from Wilson Park, and the Renaissance Faire was actually going on while we were in the bike shop. Of course, I had to go over and see what was going on. For the two years I lived in Florence during college, I never went to one of these.
Must. Go. See. Strange. People.
Let me just tell you...it was crazy...like you don't even know...crazy. There were people walking around in costumes...gypsies, animal heads, medieval clothing...it was weird. It was like a mixture between a masquerade prom gone horribly wrong and a Halloween party. Heath and I had a long argumentative conversation on what actually constitutes as "renaissance" and when it actually took place. Some people were obviously in the wrong era! There were ladies dancing some medieval dances, and one younger lady was reciting Shakespearean monologues at the entrance. She was quoting one from A Midsummer Night's Dream when I first walked up, and I couldn't decide if it was a good thing that I knew what she was quoting or not. So after I watched the ladies dance for a while, I walked over to some booths to see what I could find. Oddly enough, I stumbled upon a sweet little booth selling loose teas, essential oils, soaps, and other homemade body products. I thought, How neat. I like this kind of thing. I guess I can see the connection with this stuff and an event like this one.
Well, I looked around some more, and then I stumbled upon yet another soap booth. Wow. This is odd, I thought. I then turned and saw a man doing magic tricks. Ok... I later saw a medieval soldier, and some other crazy getups. Then, you guessed it, I saw another soap booth. Whoa. These people must like them some soap. As I walked back to find Heath in a sea of cheesy costumes, I spotted a cute little tea booth from Huntsville's own tea shop, Piper and Leaf. They had samples out for people to try. Oh, nelly...I tried some delicious tea called Pumpkin Moonshine (totally alcohol free; I saw the ingredients list..hehe). It was the best iced tea I've ever had! This is crazy, I told myself. This stuff is getting a little close to home.
When I walked up to this affair, I thought I was the normal one, but when I left, from the monologues, to the soap, to the essential oils, to the tea, I felt like I was one of them. I'm one of these people! When did this happen? I jokingly told Heath that I'd be dressing up next year and joining in on the fun. Then, he rolled his eyes and called me a weirdo. Touché.