I'm on my way out of town to my very last (OK, truth be told, my very first) Parent's Weekend. OK, well, I have gone to them before, I just skipped all the parent stuff. Kind of like when I was in college, and skipped all the student stuff. Hmmm. A pattern unfolds.
So, Number One Daughter and I decided we didn't want to drop $60 on the parents breakfast on Sunday. Instead, I dropped $60 on the Philadelphia Half Marathon, for which I am woefully underprepared, but which my trusty coach reminds me is just a TRAINING RUN for my REAL race, the Army Ten Miler on Oct. 7. I'm going to do my best to try and enjoy the day.
NOD did say she'd meet me at mile 12 and run me in. I am SO LOOKING forward to that you can't even imagine.
Wish me luck!
SHOUTOUT: To E., who is doing her first Olympic-distance triathlon this weekend on Long Island. Good luck, and I'll be thinking of you Sunday!
See y'all on the flip side. Cue theme from Rocky.
