A picture is worth 1,000 words.

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how I spent much of my day. Hung up with a ziplock bag FULL of ice cubes and 3m painter tape to keep it in place. (Note to self; buy saran wrap.) At least the tape was pretty. I ended up in this bad of shape because I insisted that I was fine and dandy enough to go out for a run yesterday.  Way to go. To say the least, I am ridiculously unimpressed.





Instead of running today, I  did a bit of light house work, like the good "house girlfriend" that I am  and  then lounged around (stressing) and making  this : Isn't he cute? See, there is another side of me - I do have hobbies/ "talents" instead of just running all the time. If I keep the mind and the hands busy, then it takes longer for the legs to realize that they are sitting still.  I have a few more projects in mind for tomorrow to keep me busy until race time. If this were under different circumstances, I'd be having a blast. I love craft days! (I just happen to love running more.)

Considering that I had huge goals for this race, not running it actually crossed my mind. But then I thought, what it the more honorable thing to do? Withdraw because you're afraid of a bad time or run it because it's about finishing what you started. I may have mentioned a time or two that I don't start things unless I have every single intention of finishing them. I think it takes a bigger person, a bigger athlete to own your limitations then to sit on the side lines out of fear. Pain or not, I can run 3.1 miles. I have taught myself to be stronger than that. So off to packet pickup I went. To the left is what they gave us - Im excited to put iced coffee in that mug thingy (but again, where is the t shirt??) The lady that handed this stuff out was really nice; She told me that Im going to do great. For the sake of sleeping tonight, I'm choosing to believe her.
After the woman and I went to a  little coffee place across the street just to get out of the house. You see those bars behind the elephant and coffee? They are about the only thing (oh yeah, that and ridiculous pain) that kept me from hopelessly chasing after every single runner that passed me. There must have been 25+ of them. By that point, I had enough of the outside word and its cruel jokes.
I was in dire need of a little pick me up.

<---- new running clothes always make me happy, so off to target we went. (the t-shirt to be fair is new, but not new new.. I've had it for a month or two. Thank you forever 21 and your three dollar shirts. They are some of my favorite things to race/run in) The shorts were my little fix of joy. I figured if I was going to have to run slow as hell, I may as well look cute and feel cute while doing it. How can some one not get even a little excited about debuting new run gear? If Im not thrilled about the race, this definitely fills the void. Man oh man, am I excited! Not only are the bright shorts AWESOME by themselves, they will help the woman be able to find me in the massive crowd of runners. ( I think they are estimating 4,000 plus. No that is not a typo.) Im pretty consistent with finishing times, but we have no idea what to expect tomorrow  so she won't know when to start looking for me. Something tells me that these will help.

Elroy says, "Don't worry mom, I'll run for you"