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I am not racing this weekend. There, I said it. And, after just finishing a 10 mile run where I nearly crapped myself a few times, I think it was the right choice. I also think it was a good decision because: If I did the race, I would push it. I would RACE, not use it is as a training exercise. I might jeopardize my healing. Don’t I sound reasonable? I want to save myself for next weekend’s Turkey Track trail half marathon, just like I saved myself for marriage (or not). I am hoping to do several races this summer, and want to conserve a bit for those. Your feedback on my dilemma was very helpful. I love this community because we don’t mess with each other. We don’t tell each other what we think the other wants to hear. Friends do this for one another. You all were the straws that broke the camel’s back and made me see the light. Hallelujah! For those who thought I already had made the decision to race and just wanted t put it out there for “acceptance and confirmation”, you don’t know me very well. I don’t play games. When I ask for guidance, I mean it and I am open to it. I wouldn’t ask if my mind was already made up. Who has time for that? So, Sunday morning will find me cheering on Ken as he competes. Mimosas, cowbells, obnoxious signs. I’m all over it. Next weekend will be my turn. Like I said, 10 miles this morning was a bit rough. I really wanted to be out there, but at the same time my head wasn’t especially in the game. Plus, my gut was giving me issues. I finally stopped at a pit toilet. What I thought would be a load was just a bunch of loud gas. It was entertaining because there were some great acoustics in that small bathroom. It does not take much to make me happy. Am I the only one who thinks that something or someone is living inside the pit toilet? Freaks me out every.single.time. I think I’ve seen too many movies. Remember this picture from my trip to the Breckenridge last summer? Someone should put a fake hand coming out of the hole. Looking back at my week, I’ve put in some tough workouts and probably need a rest day. Tomorrow I will be at the Chi Running Workshop all day, so I will be taking (somewhat) of a break while I finally learn how to run for real. So, here’s a question. I was listening on XM Radio (I love talk radio. I seriously live for it) about Brittany Spear’s pending stint on the X Factor as a judge. Apparently, she has made some demands regarding what she wants in her dressing room: 34 Herve Leger dresses 12 Snickers bars 6 cases of Diet Coke 10 bags of Doritos 12 vases of magnolia blossom 10 pieces of chicken 4 pints of potato salad Massage therapist Spiritual advisor Psychologist Doctor I don’t even know who or what Herve Leger is. That is why I am not cool. I will say Brittany is onto something with having a massage therapist. Happy endings all around! What would you put in your dressing room if you were famous? I’d have to have sushi, stuff for dirty martinis, Costa Rican coffee, lots of half and half, Chipotle chicken bowls, someone to rub my feet with peppermint lotion, flip flops, a treadmill, shortbread cookies, chardonnay, Altoids and this toilet. SUAR