Today is a day of writing - blogs, articles and an adoption report for work. Yesterday I got an email from someone who works for the Denver Marathon offering me a media pass to the race this weekend for article writing purposes. I am scheduled to have a girl's weekend in Breckenridge complete with wine, hot tub, movies and massages, so I will have to skip the media pass in favor of boosting my mental spirits with two of my very best friends in the whole world (Jamoosh this is where you get all excited about three girls in the hot tub touching one another - I'll take a picture) .
I do, however, have a new article about the marathon in our great city of Denver.
The decision has been made - even though I cannot run the Rock 'n Roll in San Antonio, we will still be going for the event. Our whole family, including my parents, had already bought plane tickets and the hotel was booked. Ken (dear spouse) is running the half, as is my friend, Julie, who was supposed to pace me for the marathon. My parents have never been to one of my races and it meant so much to me to think about them, as well as my husband, kids and dear friend, being there to watch me cross the finish line and to hopefully obtain that coveted BQ. I will admit (selfishly) it will be tough to be the one on the sidelines. I am sure I will be thinking that it should be me out there running and meeting my BQ goal. I do think it is important, however, to sometimes put yourself aside and to cheer others on. After all, it can't always be about me, and shouldn't be. It's important to see the big picture and know that I will be back out there soon enough.
I did have a thought: maybe I could sell my bib to someone really fast and meet my BQ time. So unethical it makes me smile.
Hah, calm down, just kidding.
I want to run myself when I BQ. Just kidding. I can't even run right now. Just kidding. I can run but if I did I would hurt my foot worse and mess my pants. Just kidding. I would try to find a bathroom first. Just kidding. It would be more like a bush. Just kidding. My white ass would stick out of a bush. Just kidding. My ass is not that white. Just kidding. It really is. Just kidding, just kidding, just kidding.
Remind you of something?
Plus, no running means no crapping my pants. See how I find the silver lining?
The decision has been made - even though I cannot run the Rock 'n Roll in San Antonio, we will still be going for the event. Our whole family, including my parents, had already bought plane tickets and the hotel was booked. Ken (dear spouse) is running the half, as is my friend, Julie, who was supposed to pace me for the marathon. My parents have never been to one of my races and it meant so much to me to think about them, as well as my husband, kids and dear friend, being there to watch me cross the finish line and to hopefully obtain that coveted BQ. I will admit (selfishly) it will be tough to be the one on the sidelines. I am sure I will be thinking that it should be me out there running and meeting my BQ goal. I do think it is important, however, to sometimes put yourself aside and to cheer others on. After all, it can't always be about me, and shouldn't be. It's important to see the big picture and know that I will be back out there soon enough.
I did have a thought: maybe I could sell my bib to someone really fast and meet my BQ time. So unethical it makes me smile.
Hah, calm down, just kidding.
I want to run myself when I BQ. Just kidding. I can't even run right now. Just kidding. I can run but if I did I would hurt my foot worse and mess my pants. Just kidding. I would try to find a bathroom first. Just kidding. It would be more like a bush. Just kidding. My white ass would stick out of a bush. Just kidding. My ass is not that white. Just kidding. It really is. Just kidding, just kidding, just kidding.
Remind you of something?
Plus, no running means no crapping my pants. See how I find the silver lining?
