After much strategizing and strategery I think I’ve come up with the marathon plan. I’m gonna run.
Just kidding. There’s more.
P-Funk and I have been training together and she really helped me get through some of those tough long ones, so it only makes sense that we run together. I have grown quite accustom to her breathing pattern and she has grown accustom to my terrible jokes. We decided to start with a pacer and take it slow at the front end. Should we need to split up we will. For some reason, I don’t see this happening, but marathons are a different animal.
Tonight is the BRA pasta dinner #1. Redhead will be joining, which is flippin sweet as will fellow blogger Sam from Operation Jack. Running friends + carbs = good time. Saturday I plan on heading to the expo and then another meal with the BRA. And then Sunday is GO TIME!
I know I am getting very anxious because the night before last I had a dream that I was a waitress. And I was late for my track meet. I was waiting on Prince and his baby to finish so I could get going. I was panicked because I had forgotten my clothing. I had no running shoes and clothes. I had to rush to the track meet in loafers. That’s when I woke up.
Only 2 more sleeps to go and hopefully on Sunday morning, I won’t forget my running shoes.