Five days. The marathon countdown is on. And for once, I am absolutely calm. Twice already I've forgotten about it and almost made plans. Until I remembered, "OH. WAIT. I'm running a marathon Sunday." Ooops.
It's a relief to have completely taken the pressure off myself. I have decided I won't wear my Garmin on Sunday. I don't want to stare at it. I don't want to know, and I don't want to care. I'm partnering up with an amazing friend for the race. Anne's one of the most inspiring people I've come across in the last year, and together we're going to start, finish and be proud, even though six months ago we both had big dreams for October 3. What I think we both realized this time around is to finish is to accomplish. And if you see us cross that finish line without smiles on our faces, slap us silly.
So I'm excited. And, really, it's not often you'll find me excited to run 26.2 miles. Ever.
In other news, fall television season is back, which is rather disconcerting because I find all I want to do every day is go home, sit on the couch and catch up on my DVR. It's really infringing on the time I spend actually being a normal human. Fortunately I don't give a shit.
I'm also feverishly working my way through the previous seasons of Dexter. I have just one more to go before I can catch up on the recent premiere. My love and infatuation for the serial killer has grown intensely with every single episode. I want one of my own. Brownie points if it's actually Michael C. Hall.
I spent the day with friends at Six Flags Great America on Sunday. Things I learned: I'm old, I'm delicate, I love funnel cake. In that order. My brain is still recovering from its ride on The Demon, and my heart is still quivering with joy over the funnel cake topped with ice cream, whipped cream and hot fudge. If I ever go back, it's strictly to eat funnel cake. No lie.
So that's that. I shall leave you with some photos of my weekend. It was delightful. I mean, look at that funnel cake. Nom. Nom-nom-nom.