To do on Saturday: Marathon (whatev).

Yeah, so I should be freaking out about my marathon on Saturday. Cause, usually at this point, that's what I'm doing... totally freaking out... But, you know what? I'm not. I'm calm and ready.

I mean, it could very well end up that I continue my trend of becoming a worse marathoner with every race... I could end up with like a 5:30 time or something... but, if I do... then I do.

After being disappointed and depressed after my previous two marathons... this time around... I'm just going out there to have fun. I'm going alone and I'm running alone and part of me likes that. Part of me is glad that I don't have to worry about someone waiting for me to finish... (Now, if by some miracle, I PR... I'll probably be pissed that I don't have someone there to tell me how incredibly awesome I am, over and over and over again... warning: if you get a phone call from me on Saturday around noon... you might not want to pick up, cause it will mean that I want you to tell me how awesome I am, for the entire 2 hour drive back). If I suck it up... it will be nice to be alone for 2 hours to cry and sing REO Speedwagon songs all the way home.

Don't get me wrong... I am SUPER excited about Saturday morning. As much as marathons kick my ass... I still love them. I think it's just that I dont have a specific goal in mind... I'm feeling no pressure and I'm not freaking out. It's a nice feeling.

NEWS FLASH *** Okay... so, as I type this right now, I just received a phone call from my mother... this is how the conversation went:

Me: Typical office greeting...
Mom: Hey, what time are you leaving Saturday?
Me: Uhhh... who is this?
Mom: --silence-- (apparently doesn't like my humor) What time are you leaving on Saturday?
Me: Uhhh... 3:45.
Mom: Okay, I'll be at your place at 3:30.
Me: Uhhh.. what? No, I don't want you to go.
Mom: I don't care. I'm going.
Me: No, I don't want you to go. I want to go alone. I don't want anyone waiting for me to finish.
Mom: I don't care, I don't want you to drive home by yourself.
Me: Uggghhhh. Dude, I want to go alone!!!! I don't want anyone to go with me. I don't want to have to worry about you being bored waiting on my slow ass.
Mom: So? I'll take a book and read and nap. You can just pretend I'm not there and that I'm not waiting for you.
Me: But, it's soooo early in the morning.
Mom: I get up early in the morning, you know that.
Me: You don't get up at 3:30.
Mom: --silence--
Me: Ugh. I really don't want you to go. It's not like its my first marathon.
Mom: I know and it's not going to be your last. I'm going. I'll be there at 3:30. I just wanted to call and tell you that.
Me: I'll be fine to drive home and if I'm not then I'll just get a hotel room after the race.
Mom: Well, if you're fine to drive home, then you can drive home and if you're not, then I can drive you home and we can go to lunch or whatever.
Me: What if I leave Saturday morning without you?
Mom: -- silence -- (except this time... scary mom silence).
Me: Fine, but you have to promise me that if I want to go alone next time... you have to let me.
Mom: --hesitating-- Okay, we'll compromise (knowing full well that she's lying through her teeth, that she'll likely never let me go alone)
Me: Okay.
Mom: I'll talk to you later. Love you.
Me: Love you, too. UGGHHH (I save the loud ugh for after she's already hung up the phone).

So... it seems... I will not be going alone... I guess I'll just have to wait till I get home on Saturday afternoon to cry and sing my REO Speedwagon songs, if need be.

Well, that's all I got... the next time you hear from me... I'll have finished my 4th marathon. See ya on Monday.