Counting down the hours...

Well...I leave for Phoenix in a little over 13 hours. I've somehow managed to wrap my head around packing. The coaches gave us a checklist and me, being the overachiever that I am, went through it so many times that Santa would proud. I still need to do one more load of laundry to wash the rest of my running stuff. My fleece has the odor of the sweat towel at the bottom of the barrel in the workout room. But packing, thus far, is going well.

My dad called a little bit ago to quadruple check that I am actually going to do this. yes dad...i am...i promise i'm not going to punk out moments before the start line...so relax. go play your golf and i'll see you out there.

I'm starting to get hungry and have no clue what to eat. What I reaaaaaaaally want is pizza. Oh.my.god. I am craving it like it's nobody's business. But is pizza really what I should be eating now? It's quite tempting...

I'm off to rummage. I'm sure you'll hear more from me later.

-B.

oh, and if you didn't notice, we're not making it to my company's holiday party this evening. Which sucks cause I really wanna go, but there's so much left to do...like...uh...you know, blog and stuff. :)