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Whohoo for the Weekend!!

Well rested? Check.


Well dressed? Check.


Well trained? Oops.

If I had spent half as much time training as I have resting or picking out my race outfit, I might have had a chance to do pretty well. Not so much though.

Having bronchitis as an asthmatic is just a whole load of joy. It lasts foreeevvvvvver. As in since Thanksgiving. Sunday I will most likely be running with 5 extra lbs of snot in both my head and chest - isn't that a lovely thought? But hey, after all the wardrobe prep, I'll at least look good while I'm out there, and I'll likely be out there much longer than originally planned. Oh well.

Really though I am looking forward to Sunday, not for my prediction of a less than stellar performance, but for the day in general. The Houston Marathon is just awesome, and one of the best there is. You can feel the excitement in the air all around town leading up to the race, and it is always so fun to see sooo many familiar faces out there. This year I'm planning to get on my bike after I finish the half and go find Kelly on her BQ quest. (I put it out there Kelly, now you have to go for it!!)

The Clarks and my parents are coming in town, and Jon is running the half as well so the weekend will be filled with some of my most favorite people. A group of us is also volunteering with the elite athletes on Saturday. We are essentially going to be course tour guides. I can't wait!!

In other running related news, I'm please to introduce to you.....

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My new and improved toes!

They are mostly healed. There are still spots on each one that are infected, but they have improved tons since the antibiotics. They may have been gross and oozy since the surgery, but they haven't been ingrown!

Also, Monday night was my first Houston Racing Tri Club meeting in two years as a regular member, not a board member, not president. It was actually kind of nice, although I do miss it a bit at the same time.
And that lovely cup on the top of my bookshelf is the "Past Presidents Cup." Watch out. It will look over my living room for the next year. I didn't know such a cup existed, but found out at the Christmas party when it was presented to me. I'm not exactly sure what to do with it, but it did come in handy that night to carry my stuff around. The incoming president said she has some big shoes to fill. That is one of the nicest things anyone has said about me. I kind of felt like I just floated along most of the year as president, doing the best I could, not really sure what exactly it was that I was doing, but I have had a few people said I did a good job. I appreciate that, and am glad to hear it.

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