Note: This is a guest blog essay by the always inspiring, talented writer, Denise Barry.
This past weekend I went out with the girls. But this time we skipped the fancy outfits, high heels and posh restaurant. Instead, we put on our sweats, tied up our hair and got dirty together. It was better than any fu-fu martini we could have had.
I have to say, as a rule, I am not a dirty girl; I don’t like to get wet and I don’t like mud. But when I heard that the Dirty Girl Mud Run was coming to town, something I had [...]