It's Just Abbey

(I have two books that I want to review but I am saving that masterpiece for Monday.)

Drum roll please! Next Saturday kicks off Abbey Runs Too Much 2010 with a 4 mile race! It is a classic race in this area and I feel it is the perfect way to start. Plus, it is called the Beer Bottle Open. That alone makes it worth its weight in… beer. I am for sure meeting up with one other person there. As per my love of code naming my friends we will call him Tank. We ran a 5K together last year and have been harassing each other ever since. Some people call it smack talk, I call it bonding. We are racing for pride and beer. First person to cross the finish line gets the 6-pack of their choosing. Seems fitting, yes? Phedre and Delta have neither confirmed nor denied their presence but I do know Hoppie will be there, camera in hand to record my sweet victory over my dearest friends and me being a good sport by rubbing their noses in it. Mawhaha!

Ahem.

That faux-overconfidence aside, I’m feeling on the fence about my actual performance ability quite honestly. Four miles is the weirdest distance! Three is easy, six is just double but four? How do you plan out a four mile run? Gah! I am praying for a 36 minute run at the best. Tank if you are reading this, I actually mean 46 minutes. Feel free to take your time! ::evil laugh::

I have a feeling this super jubilance is only surfacing because the spring weather is shining on us and weather is perfect. I spent the last few weeks of blowing and drifting snow just grumbling from the elliptical machine. Now it is all happy and warm out. The gray, dismal overcast that is an Ohio winter is waning!

Other fun fact is that my brother, Mike, will be coming home from Oklahoma on Wednesday. That means I have just about two days to convince him to run with me. When I say with me I don’t mean beside me, I mean just running the race on the same day. Compared to Mike I’m a turtle but that is to be expected. He‘s coming home fresh from the army. He is a lean, mean, fully trained weapon of the US government! I’m sure running 4 miles won’t even make his heart rate elevate. Hell, he will probably walk it in 20 minutes. Jerk. He has been an athlete since he was born and damn good at it when he wanted to be. I did not inherit the good-at-everything-sports-related gene. My stint as a cheerleader and a point guard in basketball more than proved that point. Yeesh. Have you ever gone to a basketball game and seen someone perpetually on the bench? Yeah, that was me. Have you ever gone to a middle school boys basketball game and seen the little cheerleaders they have? You know the one in the back that clearly isn’t as pretty as the others, hasn’t fully developed, somehow is the only one with acne, does painfully not high high-kicks and is 3 seconds behind everyone else during cheers? Yeah, that was me.

Bah! My focus is gone. That’s what I get for blogging on a Saturday. It is going to be a fun month guys. Between cake decorating classes, God of War III/Pokemon (I know I know…) being released, Alice in Wonderland, race season starting and the Irish holiday for beer drinking I’m not sure when I am going to sleep!

Seven more days! WOOOOOOOOOO!!