Category: pre-triplets
Blog is back!
Moved the blog back here, as it won’t be a training blog anymore. At least not until the next marathon…
This weeked I worked at the ticket booth for the neighborhood home tour, and met a woman, Romie, who belongs to a running group called the 26.2 Krewe. Or something like that. I’ve seen then running around Lafreniere Park. I’m thinking about joining them. She’s supposed to send me some information. Who knows, maybe I’ll do the Mardi Gras Marathon after all! But I’ll keep the blog here for now, anyway.
Dressed up as a witch for Halloween, along with everyone else in our department. As a whole we won the “Most Original” prize in the costume contest. (Yeah, a bunch of witches…but we sang a song…) Our prize is a $50 gift certificate to the bar at the Windsor Court. Ooooh, fancy! But there were nine of us, so we may be able to afford a Sprite each. Ha. After work went to a Halloween party on my street. Fun. Hot dogs. Yum.
George and I went and saw Love Actually, a British romantic comedy. We loved it. It really was great, highly recommend. We saw a sneak preview, I think it’ll be out in two weeks or something.
Marine Corps Marathon Race Report
Sunday, October 26, 2003
Overall time: 5:49:33, PR of 8:03
So here’s how the whole weekend went…
I had planned to work until noon on Thursday, as our flight didn’t leave until nearly four. I switched shifts with Janice, one of my colleagues, and was to go in at 7:30 a.m. instead of my customary 9:30 or 10:30 start. But by the time everyone got into the office by 10:30, I was too excited to sit in my chair and do any work whatsoever. So my boss Irene said I could leave early. We had a group hug (a silly group hug, not a cheesy group hug) and I left at around 11. I had packed the night before, but I repacked that morning, just to make sure I wasn’t bringing too much stuff, and to make sure I brought the right stuff. Fortunately, I didn’t have any problems forgetting anything vital. And I still had plenty of room to pack my IKEA purchases.
Lindsay drove George and me to the airport, my mom and Alice met us there. Checked in, blah blah blah, nothing exciting to say about our journey to DC. Kristina and Anne picked up George and me and Jenny (my sister) picked up Mom and Alice. George and I stayed at Kristina’s that night (I’d say “slept there” but Kristina’s cat is pretty erm, energetic, so sleep wasn’t really an option.) The next morning, we went with Kristina to her office, then George and I met Jenny, Mom, and Alice at Jenny’s office to go on a Capital tour. Nothing terribly exciting about that, either. Pretty building. Blah blah.
George and I went to the Air and Space Museum (Smithsonian) after lunch but didn’t stay too too long as we were both exhausted from lack of sleep. Made it to the Hyatt, where I was staying, and checked in, rested, went to the expo. Got my number. Yay!
Met everyone for dinner at an Asian restaurant in Cleveland Park, wherever that is. Somewhere near where Kristina lives, which is near Georgetown. Whatever. Kristina brought me to my hotel while everyone else went to an Irish pub across the street. Slept reasonably well that night.
Saturday morning, Peggy and I got up early for a meeting with our TNT people and a short group run. Naturally, Peggy and I were the slowest of the bunch, but the run went well. My ankle barely hurt, and the run really helped my confidence. The weather was nice and cool, which I hoped would hold for the marathon. After that, we went back to the expo, I got a few running shirts (courtesy of my mom) and then we had a TNT pasta lunch. The Penguin guy was the speaker. He was funny. The food was fine, ate some pasta, ate some bread, drank lots of water.
After lunch, Kristina came and picked me up for a trip to Woodbridge to see a friend, and then to IKEA. Yeah! Bought lots of cool stuff, for like 20 bucks, total. It’s now in my suitcase, hopefully making its merry way to my house. Afterwards, Kristina and I went to my sister and her boyfriend Rob’s house in Fairfax for dinner. Everyone else was quite buzzed on wine, which is always entertaining as the sole sober person (except for Kristina, because she had to drive me back to the hotel.) It was a pretty calm evening, and afterwards Kristina drove me back to the hotel. The clocks went back an hour that night, which was great because we were able to get plenty of sleep. Well, it wasn’t perfect sleep, there was a bit of tossing and turning, no surprise there.
Got up at 5:15, got dressed and went downstairs to catch the TNT shuttle. The temperature was already around 60 degrees. Faaaaaaaantastic. I think it was probably cooler in New Orleans. Sheesh. I was profoundly irritated at my luck. Never again will I make the mistake of thinking that Washington DC will be cold in late October. Grrr. Yeah. Just because it was 48 degrees on Friday…why in the world wouldn’t it be 60 degrees with 90% humidity?
Made it to the start around 6:45. Dropped off baggage. Found Ren! Went to the bathroom. I tried to time it so I wouldn’t have to pee when the race started, but of course I did. Thank goodness the people in our 5:30-5:59 corral didn’t move for 20 minutes, so I was able to pee one last time before we started. Peggy and I positioned ourselves with the 5:30 Galloway pace group. I thought we could stay with them, they were doing a 3:1 run/walk, and we’d done 6:1 in training, but as it turns out we lost them almost immediately. Not sure how we got ahead of them, but I don’t trust those Galloway people anymore! (But I’ll still run and walk, don’t get me wrong.)
Now I’m going to try to remember every mile…Keep in mind, to run at 5:30, our pace should have been 12:36 per mile.
Mile 1 (12:10) Ooops, too fast. Where is the Galloway pacer?
Mile 2 (13:13) Maybe if we slow down a little we’ll find him. Here we meet Jane and Kay, two older and very cool ladies who were also trying to stick with the 5:30 pace group. We managed to stick together for quite a while. Jane is a breast cancer survivor – she had it last year! We lost her about ten miles into the race, but I was pleased to find that she did finish, right around when Peggy finished. Kay finished a bit later, I’m also pleased to see from the results. I was a little worried about her because we caught up to her during the Rock Creek Park stretch, but then lost her again.
Mile 3 (12:32) Well, on a better pace, at least. Whose idea was it to run around the Pentagon? Ah well, at least I got to see it.
Mile 4 (13:08) First water stop, plus it’s uphill to get to it. Cruel!
Mile 5 (11:44) Oooh, here’s the downhill, plus a little extra running to try to catch that dang pacer.
Mile 6 (12:29) Better pace. Probably a downhill here too.
Mile 7 (13:19) Saw Mom, Jenny, and George here. And they took a picture. Look how fresh I am!
Lots of spectators here because it passes right by the start/finish area.
Mile 8 (13:19) Used the restroom here. Right before we saw Kristina and Anne and Rachel for the first time. That was awesome. (Both finding a free portalet *and* seeing friends.) The girls were holding up a sign provided by Tylenol that they had written “Go Pam and Peggy” on, and were photographed by the Tylenol people holding it. Maybe we’ll all be famous!
Mile 9 (12:08) Up into Rock Creek Park. It was gorgeous here, lots of red and yellow leaves fluttering through the air. I spent part of the time trying to catch a leaf. Got one, and was going to save it, but accidentally crumpled it later. Oops.
Mile 10 (13:16) Rock Creek Park…Kay (the woman from Oklahoma City we met at the beginning) caught up with us here (or vice-versa, I can’t remember) while running with her son. What a great guy – he was way ahead of her when he saw her on the out-and-back part, but stopped to run with her, losing a lot of time in the process. Lovely. He just wanted his mom to do well.
Mile 11 (12:44) Turn around (and a mini-downhill) at this point. Was hoping I’d see Devra (a friend) here, as she lives nearby. But I was so stressed and busy in the days before the race that I neglected to call her and see if she was going to come out. So any disappointment I felt was my own fault. But at least the scenery was gorgeous here, that always helps. Also looking for Ren behind me, as we were now on the back part of the out-and-back. Don’t see her, so I’m worried. But I needn’t have been, because here she is when my sister saw her. Doesn’t she look cheerful? Well, appearances can be deceiving because this is when she was cursing me.
Mile 12 (12:36) Saw Kristina and Anne and Rachel again at the end of this mile, as we were leaving Rock Creek Park. Yay!
Mile 13 (13:36) Kind of a boring part. Goes by the Potomac, which was pretty, but not much support here. I think this is where Peggy started to feel nauseous. Or at least where she admitted it to me. There was a pretty strong headwind here, too, which didn’t help.
Mile 13.1 – overall time 2:47. Pretty well on pace for 5:30 race. Also when the sun comes out and Peggy starts to slow down. But let me say here, I may complain now that we walked too much, but I never really complain at the time about walking. I am fundamentally very lazy, and I like to walk. So when she said “can we walk?” I almost always said “yes” because that’s easier! However, had I been running alone, I probably would have tried harder to stick with the 3:1. Or at least not gone out too fast. I hope. The halfway point came right as we turned onto Constitution Avenue, a long stretch with nice scenery, spotty support, and most torturously of all, trucks lining the street selling hot dogs and hamburgers. I was hungry.
Mile 14 (13:14) Stuck my tongue out at the White House. Blew GW a raspberry.
Mile 15 (14:52) Going up to the Capital. Sun was out. Hot.
Mile 16 (14:36) Up Capitol Hill. Enough said.
Mile 17 (14:28) Down Capitol Hill. Much better. (In feeling, anyway. Time was only marginally better.)
Mile 18 (13:40) I remarked to Peggy that mile 18 feels like a landmark, even though it really isn’t. She grimaced at me, I suppose to stop herself from vomiting all over me. Kristina, Anne, and Rachel were here, and a bit further down, George. Yay! They gave us water bottles whenever we saw them, which was great. Not so much for drinking, more for pouring on our arms, legs, and head. Refreshing.
Mile 19 (13:16) Someone hands me a Starburst sucker. I love this person. We go over a few little bridges now and run around the Tidal Basin, whatever that is. The 14th Street bridge is tantalizingly in view, and though there was no question about making it in time, now that we can see it, it’s a bit more real. More strong headwind here. Evil! Go over some small bridges.
Mile 20 (13:04) I loved this part. Mile 20! The teens are done with! The road narrows here, we catch a high-five from some supporters. Always nice.
Mile 21 (14:36) The evil 14th Street Bridge. The one the slowpokes like myself worry about. But we made it in plenty of time. However, it’s long, dull, and had a vicious headwind. We walked a lot of this mile, and of…
Mile 22 (14:31), still the bridge. Evil! Evil! The flabby, soft underside of my arms is chafing. Ow. Stop to ask everyone on the side (aid & rescue people) for vaseline, no one has any. One aid guy says “wow, next time I’ll know to bring vaseline and nail clippers…” and goes on to list more seemingly obvious things. What did he have? A bunch of band-aids? Yeesh.
Mile 23 (14:21) My last mile with Peggy. We got chocolate chip cookies during this mile. Mmmmm! Soft, chewy, delicious Nestle Tollhouse cookies. Like manna from heaven, they were. Gorgeous. Peggy wasn’t feeling too hot after the cookie break, so she insisted I go on without her. I briefly grappled with my conscience, but ran on ahead. She said she didn’t think she’d be able to run much more.
Mile 24 (13:34) A cruelly dull portion of the race, just when you need support. Through the parking lots of the Pentagon. Who thought of this? I manage to get back on the 3:1 ratio again here, though I’m tiring.
Mile 25 (13:11) Water stop here, more dull dull scenery. Until the last half of the mile, when you start to see people again. A great pick-me-up. This is when my stomach gets butterflies. When I start to gasp and nearly sob. Everyone’s calling my name. Try to at least do 2:1 here. Maybe 1:1. Hard to run while gasping for breath and tummy is in knots.
Mile 26 (13:26) Allllmooooosssst there….still struggling with emotions, until I hit the evil hill at, oh, around 25.8. I really couldn’t believe it. It’s very wrong. My emotions turned from excitement to anger at the jerk who designed this racecourse. My energy is nearly sapped. But I know there isn’t much further to go. I see Denise, a TNT runner that we did our 20 miler with. I see Kristina, Anne, and Rachel.
Mile 26.2 (2:18) Sooooo close….I can see the finish line. Just as I’m approaching it, I hear my name being screamed by my mom, Jenny, George, Alice, Rob…and I turn to them and turn into monster lady. I yell “JUST LET ME FINISH!!!” and then turn and smile big for the camera as I cross the line. I was able to give a strong kick at the end, no thanks to evil hill. I apologize later for my annoyance at my supporters. They love me, they understand.
Get my medal, picture taken, blanket, etc, etc. Bananas and bagels and not much else in the finisher’s tent. Hmmph. Pick up my baggage and find my family. Yay! Go to the TNT tent, then the VIP tent to have a yummy sandwich and to attempt to see Peggy cross the finish line. I check the results on the handy-dandy computer there in the VIP tent and find that she’s already finished, 7 minutes after me.
About an hour later, finally see Ren cross the finish line. I was very worried that she wouldn’t make it. Apparently when Kristina and Anne saw her at mile 8 (and then later at 18), she was cursing Gary and I strongly. When we found her after the race, she was sobbing, partially out of happiness…she said “I’m so glad I never have to run again!”
Am pleased that I didn’t hit the wall. Glad I didn’t get blisters. My toenails are a-okay. I came through this marathon unscathed, except for a little chafing on my tummy where the pouch I was wearing clipped on to my shorts. (Boy was that pouch annoying. I didn’t train with it, duh… I was able to give it to Anne after 12 miles, at least.) My ankle stopped hurting during the marathon (thanks to the anti-inflammatory I popped like M&Ms) and hasn’t hurt since. Figures.
On the other hand, I wish I had insisted to Peggy that we slow down at the beginning. I knew we were going too fast. But I didn’t slow us down. I didn’t say anything. I wanted to find those dang Galloway pacers too! How disorganized of them to be *behind* us. How in the world did we pass them? Why are they only at the beginning of the pace group? Why not sprinkled throughout? There were a lot of people wearing the 5:30 pace tags on their backs, most of them had lost the leaders.
Next marathon? Maybe a spring 2005 marathon. For now, though, I think I’ll concentrate on 1. losing weight, 2. getting faster at shorter races. Hey, I think if you look at my post race report for London, I probably said the same stuff. Ha ha!
Final Stats:
10K – 1:17:56
Half – 2:47:35
21M – 4:38:09
Pace – 13:20
ClockTime – 06:08:30
ChipTime – 05:49:33
OverAll – 14115
OverSex – 5144
OverDiv – 1098
10/23/03
Ok, well, he apologized. And today I’m supposed to be able to go pick up cash. Including the NSF fee. So at least that’s something. But I’m still mad.
Now on to happier things…leaving today for DC! Ack! Had dinner last night with Peggy and Emily, which was really fun. I do love those girls. (Can I call Peggy a girl, even though she’s two decades older than me? Of course!) On Tuesday night we had dinner with Lindsay and Colin and Vince at Jacque-Imo’s. Awwww, crap, that place is so so so good! On top of the soup, salad, and entree (and corn muffins), the waiter brought us three desserts to “share”. But Colin was very protective of his white chocolate bread pudding, Vince of his banana cream pie and I of the vanilla bean creme brulee. Beware anyone who tries to invade its sugary caramalized crust with their spoon! It will be mine! All mine!! Ah ah ha ha ha (um, pirate laugh.) Fortunately for them, George and Lindsay didn’t really want any dessert. Suckers!!!
Poor George thought he lost his cell phone at the restaurant or at the bar we went to afterwards. Alas, it was actually in the washing machine. After the cycle had run. Silly boy.
Six days until the marathon
Six days until the marathon…
Was supposed to run 10 miles this weekend. My ankle is bothering me. This is not good. So I ran 2, went to gym, cycled 10, walked 1.5. At least I got the blood flowing. Yeesh. Talked to Ren, though. She got us some kind of anti-inflammatory medicine from her stepdad that should at least get us through the marathon. (Her knee is her problem.) Well, it’s not a terrible pain, just a niggling ache. But 26 miles of a niggling ache isn’t fun. Whatever.
The best part of the weekend, though, was that Kristie came in. We went to our old college friend Marcie’s wedding. I wasn’t really invited, but Kristie took me as her date. It was okay. I only knew Kristie and Anne and Herpreet, another old college friend, but it was basically a high school reunion for most of the guests. I did not go to high school with them, so you can imagine how fun it was. But the food was good, and it was nice to see people I haven’t seen in a while. Harry Anderson, of Night Court fame, was supposed to be there, he’s married to one of Marcie’s friends. (Yes, he married a hot young twenty-something.) But he didn’t show. Dang!
After the wedding, Kristie and I hung out at the pub, reminisced, that sort of thing. Yesterday I cleaned the house a bit. Just enough so that when I get back I’m not depressed by my messy house.
Tomorrow night is dinner at Jacque-Imo’s with the pub gang and Vince (yay!), as long as I can reschedule my dinner with Peggy and Emily for Wednesday night.
Before I go to work today, I need to call a guy named Squirrel who hangs out at the pub to fix my breaks. Don’t you just love his name? I’m sure it’s not the one his mom gave him, though.
09/08/03
Picture from the wedding:
Oh! I can’t believe I forgot! More happy news! Terry is pregnant! With little (ahem) Pamecita or Pamecito. Yay! Of course, ummm, you know, I already knew when she told me. Yeah. Okay, not technically, but I had suspicions. Like when we bought pregnancy tests “for a friend.” Yeah, puhleeze! Okay, there were other things too. Okay, technically I didn’t know. But you know what they say about 20/20 hindsight.
09/07/03
Wow, yesterday was a loooooooong day. But a very very nice one!
I got up at 4:30 in order to meet Peggy and Emily at Audubon Park to do our 15 miles. Peggy and I were there by 5:30, but Emily was held up by some drunk college students blocking the road. (It’s weird to realize that we feel like we’re getting up early, but others are just staying up late. And stranger still that I used to be the one staying up late, and expressing disbelief at those getting up early. Okay, I still can’t believe I get up that early.)
So we got started around 5:50, while it was still dark. But the weather seems to possibly be cooling off, as it was almost chilly (in the mid 70s) and not quite as humid as it has been. Yay! So we ran. A few mishaps along the way which meant after 3.5 hours, we’d only covered about 13.5-14 miles. And I had to go, so I could shower and change for Nick and Annie’s wedding.
We do seem to stop a lot for various reasons during our long runs, which I think we need to stop doing. Unless the stop is unavoidable, of course. But the loooong bathroom, stretching, refilling water, chatting at the car breaks are messing us up. Of course we won’t have those during the marathon, so hopefully we’ll do better in the next few weeks about that.
After I got home from the run, I had to ride my bike down to the courthouse for the bike parade after the wedding. Then I had to wait for George to come pick me up. Then I had to help him pick out some clothes. So between all of those things, I had no time for a nap before I had to shower and get dressed.
So…the wedding. Polly and I met everyone else (bridesmaids and Annie and her mom and her mom’s friend) at a hotel room, and we all got ready. Flowers were being put together, hair done, makeup fixed, crying, gifts from Annie given out (we each got a piece of Annie’s artwork, which is beautiful.)
Drove to the courthouse with the other bridesmaids, waited in a narrow hallway for the wedding to get started. Wedding itself was very nice. There were funny moments (like when Annie couldn’t remember what she was supposed to repeat from the judge, and the crying child, and the “Judge of Love.”) and happy tearful moments (the vows, the way they looked in each others’ eyes, that sort of thing.) Once the ceremony was over, everyone hopped on bikes and we rode around the neighborhood a bit, honking horns and waving at the dumbstruck onlookers. That was, I think, my favorite part of the whole day. The weather was absolutely perfect, everyone was happy, it was just amazing.
Then we got to the house where the reception was being held, handily enough, two doors down from George’s house. It was really nice. Great food, yummy champagne, good band. Tent in the backyard, people mingling, meeting. Nick and Annie have great friends, and it was really nice to meet them all. So the reception lasted for a while, and Nick and Annie rode off on their tandem bicycle to go to their hotel across the river. (Actually, they just rode around the block for effect, but whatever.)
Then the guests hung out at the pub for a bit, and then went across the river to the Marigny where we met up at the Spotted Cat. Had fun there, but by this point I was highly exhausted. Stayed for a few hours until Annie’s cousin showed up so she could throw the bouquet. And I caught it! Yay! (Hmmm, poor George… No pressure! No pressure!)
09/03/03
Okay, it’s not so much that she hums, it’s that she hums a beat behind the song. And with feeling. It makes me want to kick the partition between our cubicles. (I have to confess, once I did. She didn’t notice.) I have taken to muttering to myself, to whimpering quietly, to clearing my throat. Everything short of, well, you know, saying something to her. I’m afraid I’ll explode soon. But, good news, it may not be necessary. We’re moving to different offices either today or tomorrow, and because I’ll be hired on, I will sit seperately from the other temps. Let’s just hope it’s far enough away that I can’t hear her.
I mean, this got me to thinking on people you just can’t stand, especially those that never did anything to you, like this monstrosity next to me. I mean, it must be chemical, because I’m really, really just very hostile (inside my head) to her. I don’t talk much here because I’m afraid if I say something, it will invite comment from her, and the sound of her voice makes me even more hostile. And the things she says are so dumb. Not to mention, of course, the throat-clearing and off-beat humming. It’s nauseating. But I’m sure I’ve met people like her before, and tolerated or even enjoyed their company. I really can’t figure out what it is about this woman. Hmmm. Maybe I’m just evil. (She keeps stuffed animals on her dashboard!!!)
So, now that I’ve got that out of my system…
I am in pain. I think it’s, embarrassingly enough, a groin injury. I suppose from riding my bike yesterday, since it didn’t hurt after running on Monday. Yeesh. This sucks.
Oh, happy news! My cousin Laura is pregnant! Sheesh, two cousins in one year! Yay! And this one will live closer, so I can visit. Yay!
09/02/03
I’m soooo sleeeeepy. Dunno why, got 8 hours last night. But it was a very tiring weekend. Friday night, George and I met Chris and Teresa for dinner, before they went to a concert at the House of Blues. Then we went to the pub for a few minutes, nothing terribly exciting or anything. Everyone was saving up for the bachelor/bachelorette parties on Saturday night.
On Saturday I went to the mall, bought a new shirt and some new shoes, then went over to Annie’s to help make bird seed sachets for the wedding. I finally met her sister, Claudia, who I really like. We had a bit of wine and cheese, then I went home to get ready for the bachelorette party. Meanwhile, George was meeting the guys for the bachelor party.
The girls had fun. We took the streetcar to the Columns, a hotel on St. Charles. I used to live practically across the street, but I’d never been until this weekend. We drank mint juleps…how sophisticated. After a while there, we headed across St Charles to the Mayfair, and stayed there for a while. Yes, we imbibed a lot (and I made a drunken “I love you maaaan” call to my sister) but at least we didn’t fistfight…unlike the guys. Okay, maybe “fistfight” isn’t quite accurate, but those boys…I swear…this is why they need the civilizing influence of women. They argued, they fought, they insulted each other, and in the end, they left poor Nick to wander around the Quarter until the first ferry at 6 a.m. I say “Poor Nick” but really, he told us on Sunday, that was his favorite part of the night.
Sunday was spent recovering, and on Monday morning I went for a planned 14-15 mile run with Peggy. We were supposed to go to Diamondhead, but Emily was sick, so we just went to Audubon Park. Because of the raw spots on my feet (caused by the brand new heels I wore on Saturday night), I wasn’t exactly feeling 100%, so we ended up doing about 12 miles. And walking the last three. In 3.5 hours. Yeah. Our speed doesn’t exactly bode well for the marathon. Not that I’m worried. I know yesterday was a fluke.
Spent the rest of yesterday cleaning my house. It’s spick-and-span! My mother would be so proud.
08/29/03
So today I accepted a position with the Delta Queen Steamboat Company. Yay! The pay is very very low, but the benefits are great – travel! I’m not supposed to talk about it at all around here until after next week (the head of the department who hired me is going on vacation next week.) but I don’t think anyone here will read this, so I should be safe.
Am going running after work. Monday morning is our long run in Diamondhead. And thank goodness, the long run the weekend after that is on Saturday, the day of the wedding. So I can have fun at the wedding and not have to worry about running! Of course, I’ll probably be so exhausted I’ll want to drop, but better than being dull and not being able to have some champagne, eh?
August 27, 2003
7.25 miles or so yesterday evening, after work. Was hot and humid, but not as bad as it has been. There was a cool breeze at one point. One of the benefits of running in the evening. Saw Patience running around, asked her about my leg cramp. She didn’t seem to think it was too serious, I probably just needed to take in more electrolytes. Okay, so more salt tablets and (blech) ClifShot next time. Which will be in Diamondhead on Labor Day.
Have my second interview with Kinko’s today. I hope. Next may be the difficult decision of which job to take, the one at DQSC (which isn’t definite yet) or Kinko’s. Gosh, I could have people fighting over me to give me a job! Wow. That would be new.
08/22/03
I might have a real job soon! It’s actually at the company I’m temping at now. And I’d get to travel!! That’s the main thing, really. The pay is pretty low. I don’t even know about benefits yet, so I won’t get too excited. But to travel…woo! Yeah!
I got a card today from my sister-in-law’s father. He said that the last check Jennifer’s mom ever wrote was to me for my fundraising. It’s just so strange to know that. And ironic, considering it was a blood disease that killed her. I decided I’m going to make up satin ribbons with the names of the people I’m running in honor of or in memory of. But it’s just so meaningless, so little. What could I possibly do that would do justice to these people? Not a silly satin ribbon. Sigh.
Had dinner with the TNT people last night. I’m a little irritated that I’m going to have to do a 16 mile run alone, the morning of Nick and Annie’s wedding. Not that it’s then, but that no one is willing to compromise when I need to run on a certain day. Hmm. Well, whatever. Eight long boring laps of Lafreniere Park. Won’t kill me.
14 miles tomorrow at LSU, with Chris. And Krispy Kreme afterwards!
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