I am doing it up right on race eve, drinking wine from a plastic cup in a bare bones hotel room. But, the bedspreads are really nice and I’m sure they don’t have any invisible fluids or germs on them.
Oh, and there is cake. Yes, I do have expensive taste in wine.
The drive here was hideous and ugly. I made Joie drive while I ate Dots.
We got into town and went to pick up our packets. In lieu of a cool race shirt or water bottle or thong, we got socks. And not just any socks. Ugly socks.
We went to dinner and heard some guys sing songs I haven’t heard since before I started my period (Feeling Groovy – Simon and Garfunkel).
I laid out my race stuff, still undecided about my final outfit choice. Sam asked why I packed like I was going away for 95 days and I told him I like to have selection when it comes to clothing options. Sue me. BTW, I am your mother and I sure as hell don’t have justify my behavior to you, young man.
After dinner, we drove around and saw a huge forest fire burning pretty darn close to where we will be running tomorrow. I am hoping I can cough up black phlegm afterwards. Makes for a good party trick.
Trust me. That is smoke. Not a really cool cloud. Off to bed. See you on the other side of the race!
SUAR
