Running Club Membership

I finally got my shirt!

The Flying Irish running club that I've been frequenting on Thursday nights has a little tradition - after 6 runs, you're "official"and you get your club shirt, but you have to get up on a bar and tell an Irish joke first.

So Thursday, after a run around downtown Spokane in the beautiful sunshine, I hiked my running skirt up and climbed on the bar to tell my joke. Some guy in the bar that wasn't part of the club was trying to watch the hockey game and alternated between yelling "Nice ass!" and "I can't see the hockey game!", but otherwise it went off without a hitch!

The punchline? "It was a SHAM ROCK!"