March 22, 2002

Nothing to report. Long run tomorrow morning. A bit nervous, but optimistic. I’m so glad it’s the last long run! I probably shouldn’t be thinking that way. Now I’m getting a little nervous of the taper. What if I eat too much and turn into a big slug? (Back into, I mean.) Well, it’s not as if I won’t be running at all so I’ll be okay.

My mom called. She and Jack (her man-friend) are coming in tomorrow night to take me to (a very belated birthday) dinner at the Grill Room, the absolute fanciest restaurant in New Orleans. And that’s saying a lot. Woo hoo!