Hey, everybody, check out my poor-quality Photobooth picture, taken in my drab hotel room with its spinach-colored walls. I'm getting ready to leave the hotel, grab a nutritious jelly-filled breakfast, then get on the bus that takes us the 26 (.2) miles to Hopkinton.
Yesterday morning when I was trying to find my Red Sox hat, I emptied out my bag and realized that it was on my kitchen table, along with my sunglasses, my gloves, and my FAVORITE MARATHON SHIRT. I spent a chunk of my Sunday morning trying to have one commissioned because I insist on wearing my name across my sternum and while this is a less-than-awesome replacement, it gets the job done.
Other than that, I'm set. I just groomed my eyebrows which probably cut down on my wind resistance, making me sleek and aerodynamic like a seal's head.
See you guys this afternoon. I'll be the one weeping and dragging herself down the sidewalk on her hands.