only 7 more.

so, you may think i am talking about 7 more miles to do after the 6 i ran this morning to equal a half-marathon. while that is true (sick) that is not the 7 i am referring to. i'm talking about the 7 more runs to do... # 7 being the half-marathon itself. i must say, the thought of only 6 more training runs evokes all kinds of emotion: excitement, fear, thrill, anxiety, nausea (is that an emotion?), anticipation, terror... you know... all the good ones. i have been looking forward to this for what seems like forever and the last few weeks have definitely dragged on. but, now that race day is a little more than 2 weeks away, it kinda freaks me out.
anyhow- this morning was fine. nothing too eventful. unless you count my running to victory at the end of the 6 miles going up hill and finally getting to the stopping point to hear horns honking and a car full of young women and leaders from our ward flailing out the windows at me. on their way to a service project, i'm sure the last thing they wanted to see to inspire "good works" was me in all my sweaty spandex glory. and the humiliation begins. i guess i'd better get used to it and get over it. or i could just move away to a place where no one knows me and won't care if i am sweaty and spandexy. like maybe rexburg?

p.s. should i be worried that i have posted 6 of the last 7 posts? peeps? are you out there?