i'm packing my bags, i'm washing my running clothes. i'm charging my cell phone and camera. i'm almost off. almost off to run 17 miles in the mountains. keep me in your thoughts please. especially the good thoughts of "i hope she doesn't get lost in the dark" or "i hope she doesn't fall off a mountain". that would be good. i hope all her friends are cool and don't tease her.
and if you are still thinking that way, maybe a couple good thoughts in there for big d. ones that include keeping fussy happy. or helping fussy sleep. that kind of stuff. i know big d will pull it off splendidly. i hope i do.
i was holding fussy a couple of minutes ago, and although i am excited about my time away, i felt a little sad about missing him for the next day. absence makes the heart fonder, right? i hope so. i hope he doesn't really hate me by saturday evening.
i've only been training for this for 10 months. i know i can totally do it, i just hope i can totally kick ass doing it, you know?
so that is me, that's the plan. i'm psyching myself up for this. i hope i make it.