Yep. 10 days from now, I will be arriving in Orlando with my darling friends. 11 days from now I will be running the Royal Family 5k. 12 days from now, I will be running in my first half marathon.
I am terrified, excited and hopeful. I want to stay ahead of the sweeper bus. I have to be just fast enough for that. I don't really care too much about my time. I have a rich fantasy where I make a certain time, but you know, if I need to stop and get pictures along the way, so be it.
This week has started out really rough at work - many layoffs, though none on my team, thankfully. Part of me wonders "Is it prudent to be going on vacation in these uncertain times?" Another part of me can't help but think "You have been working non-stop since Thanksgiving, and if you don't get away you will go mad."
So, there you have. Excitafearified.
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I am very excited for you! You will come home with a be-oo-tiful tiara!
:D
You will do awesome and I will be tracking you on your run via the magical electrical interwebs and those little circuitry clasps that, sure, wither the testicles of small mammals, but are nearly 100% totally safe for human testicles. (Was I not supposed to tell everyone about your giant set of balls? A 5k and then a half-marathon...? They've guessed by now, surely.)
Again: You will do awesome. \8^)
"Balls!" said the Queen.
Oh, Brian, you are SO sweet to me! It means so much to me to know you'll be tracking me along the way and will know when to expect my tearful "It's OVER!" phone call. :)
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