Twenty days and counting. I'll be in Washington D.C. running a marathon in 20 days. I'm actually pumped.
My running's back on track, and my favorite running weather is finally here. Fall is so precious. I could just cuddle with it and sing it to sleep. Running in long-sleeves over crunchy leaves is the epitome of running. It does not get any better.
And so the countdown is here.
And it's not even just the marathon, it's the trip. I've never been to D.C. I'm so excited to be a tourist it almost hurts my mind a little. So when I'm not busy running 26.2, I'll be stalking Arlington Cemetery and waving my "Obama 08" button at the White House.