YOU GUYS. I just stole the greatest idea from my pal Jessica. I'm giving her all the credit because she totally came up with it, blogged about it, and I flat-out stole it. So head over to Healthy Living in America's Dairyland and love on her a little bit. Also tell her how awesome she is.

And that I said HI.

And I'm sorry for stealing her fantastic idea.

Every day for the next 25 days, I'm going to jot down one small thing I'm thankful for. I'm going to fold 'em up, put 'em in a jar, and on Thanksgiving, I'm going to read one by one each little thing I'm thankful for. I'll share them all with you on Thanksgiving. You should clearly do the same. We've got to remember the little things because too often the big, bad things cloud our judgment. WON'T THANKSGIVING BE FUN!?

You're damn right it will.

Now start thanking.

In other news, I finished my last race of the year this weekend. Half marathon No. 15. FIFTEEN. Since 2007. My, how those bad boys add up. Finished in 1:54:43, which is neither here nor there. Somewhere in the middle of all of those races. It was an awesome race, and I got to run it with one of my oldest and dearest friends, who crossed her first half marathon finish line that morning.

Spent my Halloween weekend mostly lazy--aside from the 13.1. My how the times have changed. Four years ago I was a surprisingly naughty nurse with far too much to drink and one humiliating citation, and this weekend I was in sweatpants on the couch, falling asleep at 10:30. With a Snuggie. I'd be ashamed to admit this, but, well, I'm not. At all. My awesome simply cannot be diminished. Even by an embarrassingly low-key weekend and a pink Snuggie.

Happy November, friends. Rock on with your bad selves.

krittabug