And I had nothing to fear
Except, for maybe, my belly full o' beer.
Ok, not really full, but there was a delicious microbrew on tap at dinner tonight and I just had to have a sip(s). Probably not the best idea, but bad ideas love company so now I continue to taper while on the couch with a glass of wine. Hooray!?
After a shitstorm of a workweek (bookended by some good stuff on Monday morning and Friday afternoon, fortuantely) I booked fast and hard away from the hospital by 1 this afternoon to head to the race expo. We have a wedding tomorrow evening and I hated the idea of braving the expo on a Saturday afternoon so I fought like a honey badger to get the afternoon off.
I did well at the expo -- it took two seconds to get my number and then I wandered around with Abby and a friend or two of hers while we drank free chocolate milk (wahoo!), free coconut water (sort of nasty) and purchased headbands made out of, I swear I am not making this up, velvet.
WTF? A velvet headband? For $15? Did I really just purchase a $15 (plus tax) headband made out of mofoing velvet? Yes. Yes I did.
But the sign said it wouldn't slip. I am holding the sign to its word -- my hair is sort of short right now and every headband I own either doesn't slip because it is so tight that my skull feels like it is being crushed or so slippy that it's on the ground before I make it to the end of the block so I was suckered.
The race shirt was fine -- I will wear it but I won't snuggle with it in bed or anything. I also picked up my Ronald McDonald House race shirt. I sort of love it. Nice and plain without, like, a giant Big Mac or a scary clown on it. And, although I am generally against wearing new stuff on race day, it is the softest thing of all time. Can't you see the abundant softness bursting through?
I love plain stuff, especially plain black and white stuff. So yay. Something else fun is that today the Philadelphia Ronald McDonald House marathon team reached its fundraising goal of $25,000. Thanks to all who contributed. This is the first year the PRMH had a team and I am glad it wasn't a disaster and that we didn't, like, just raise $1.67 or anything.
Race goals? Not a ton. I am going to go out at a 3:45 pace and see what happens from there. Uh, what's a 3:45 pace anyway? 8:38 miles or something? I guess I should figure this out pretty soon.
6 comments:
Good luck out there!
Gotta love the good race shirts. I've got a trail Sunday, and the shirts sound great. I'm looking forward to one shirt that won't immediately have to put in the quilt pile.
Good luck! I am sure you are going to run a great race and then I am going to be jealous that your "bad" race is more than I can ever do. But it's ok! I will forgive pretty much everything just for the fact that you don't like coconut water. I thought I was a freak of nature for not liking this thing that is oh! so wonderful.
They gave me a medium shirt by accident. It comes down to my knees.
"Oh, no expectations," she says, "just a really easy, relaxing 3:45 pace." How disgusting. ;)
In your world, raising $1.67 wouldn't have been that bad! The Ronald McDonald House could buy a GPS watch and a pair of cross country ski boots with that!
Enjoy the race!
Ew, Abby, how annoying. If it makes you feel any better the small wouldn't have been too much help -- it is HUGE on me. Almost to my knees. If I am ever knocked up it might work.
And Melie -- lets start a support group for people who don't like coconut water. I don't like anything coconut, now that I think about it. Pina coladas? Yuck. Almond Joys? Yuck. Coconut cream pie? Yuck.
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