Weekend.

Not too shabby, all things considered. I didn't make my run, but I know where I went wrong - I ate too much just prior. It's a balancing act, trying to load up on fuel while at the same time making sure I won't feel sick. So, I made 8 miles instead of 16. I may try for 16 either tonight or tomorrow. We'll see.

Saturday night was my bachette party, and I bless my friends for knowing me well and knowing how to throw a classy one. No embarassing t-shirts or veils or condom-covered hats. Just a bunch of women dressed to the nines, eating good food, drinking fantastic drinks, and flirting madly. So. Much. Fun.

Sunday, Z & I lounged around and watched Olympics, the women's marathon specifically. Oh, the drama. Loved it.

So tired. Am training temp so she can cover for me while I'm gone. So much to do.