As I sit here writing this, I'm actually still surprised that I have another race to write about so soon after our Kirby's Angels adventures. The line from Christmas Vacation "If I woke up with my head sewn to the carpet I wouldn't be more surprised than I am right now" keeps running through my head! This adventure was 100 percent unplanned and yet absolutely perfect thereby reaffirming by belief that planning is over-rated and spontaneity is often unappreciated and unfairly seen in a negative light.
Background information is lengthy yet necessary so don't skip this paragraph, unless you've run with me in the past two weeks then you've probably heard this story and this paragraph is optional. My Granny turned 90 this past Thursday. It was a big deal. I guess anytime someone turns 90 it's a big deal, but she had polio as a child and was given a poor medical prognosis and told she'd never have kids so for her it's an even bigger deal. Well she went on to have 7 kids, countless grandkids and a bunch of great grand kids and she had lived a very active and full life. She was a single mom for much of her life, worked hard at a factory job, was a granny for the local school after she retired, and has always taken such good care of her family. Love One Another. is our family mantra and it started with her father, was continued by her selflessness and nurturing personality and will continue on in all of us when she's no longer on this earth. In short, Granny Groove is just the best most awesome granny I could ask for. And she gets her nickname because she has always loved to dance! In fact, she's likely responsible for my lifelong love of dancing! When we asked her what she wanted to do for her 90th she quickly said, "go to the dance club!" Recently, her health has not been great so the dance club was definitely out and we really didn't think there would be a party, but then earlier this week there was a family Facebook event created inviting everyone down to eat cake on Thursday or Saturday with Granny for her birthday. Two options. Two cakes. One awesome Granny to celebrate! Well the 3 Michigander Smith siblings went back and forth all week trying to figure out if we could pull off a quick visit to wish Granny a happy birthday in person. I nearly mailed her gift about 70 million times this week thinking we definitely would not be making it, but kept delaying because I wanted to go so badly. Then on Thursday night we decided to just go for it. We each waited for one of us to back out and miraculously nobody ever canceled so we inexplicably found ourselves crammed inside Mird's Explorer giddy, somewhat disheveled, and headed south to eat cake and sing to Granny!
Now you might be asking yourself what does all this have to do with running; which is a fair question I might add so here's the connection. As we drove later into the night, we talked about many things unrelated to running and at some point our conversation shifted to running and then we started talking about trying to run a race in Arkansas since we were going to be there. Of course I had scouted races (just in case) earlier in the month and knew there was a race about an hour and a half from Granny and somewhat on our way. We decided to sign up only to learn that registration had ended on Thursday. Well we are not quitters so I started calling the numbers on the race website and finally got ahold of someone who knew what I was talking about. I explained our crazy situation to them and pleaded for them to allow us to sign up and run the 7k at the time of the 50K race because we did after all have to get to the party asap and the 7k didn't start until 10am while the 50K started at 8 sharp! The race director agreed to our terms of engagement and actually reopened online registration for like 5 minutes to give us an opportunity to put our money where our mouths were! I took care of registering myself. Since Rebel was busy driving, I contemplated signing him up for the 50K as a non-binary runner just to be funny, but decided to keep it real and boring and just signed him up for the regular old 7K as a 40 year old male instead. In a flash, we were running a 7k hardcore trail run in the Ozark mountains the very next morning! This girl was so happy!!!


- There's nothing normal about this trip
- Gepp pronounced yip (it's a soft g) and it replaces the "bingo" giggles from our last trip
- I'm having pretzels for dinner...I don't believe in gas station food
- Luxury gas station salads often lead to "turkey trots"
- How did we miss the Mississippi River???
- Maybe we went around it!?!?
- I love Burt's nuts
- I'm the monkey in the middle (of the bed!)
- These hillbillies are straight up crazy
- I was just trying to get to my Granny's Birthday party! (this one was said at the race by my bro to all the race volunteers and fellow racers!!)
- Is it Rocking Chair Resort or Wagon Wheel Resort??...I can never remember!
- Damn yankees

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