Yay for race week! I think Ken is ready for this week to pass so that I stop talking about Chicago. Sorry Ken, when you married me, you married my obsessive personality. Best of luck to you.
I have checked the weather about 10 times. It keeps getting warmer, but a high of 73 should not be too bad. At least there is no question on what outfit to wear. The sad thing is, I told Ken back in June what I was wearing for the marathon and he thought I was crazy. I think he may have told me to get a life.
A girl in my office came in Friday very sick. I told her if she got me sick a week before my marathon that I would kill her. I am not sure if it were my tone or the evil look in my eye, but my boss said that he believed me and sent the girl home to take a sick day...
I ran my last long run yesterday. It was a total of eight miles. I ran 4.5 by myself and Kya ran the remaining 3.5 with me. She had a blast. I was trying to keep the pace slow, but I ended up running the entire thing with nine minute miles, which is my hopeful marathon pace. My legs feel really fresh today, so I hope I did not run it too quickly. I am planning on taking it easy for the rest of the week.
In other news, I had a dream about the marathon itself. In my dream, I was carrying around a bag of Plain, Fall colored, M&M's. Not an individual bag, an entire one pound bag. I did not have the bag stuffed in my ifitness belt, I was carrying the sucker in my hand and eating them casually like it was totally normal. I remember thinking that I should be taking a Gu, but instead stuffed my mouth with another handful of M&M's. Not sure what this means. Perhaps, I should lay off the M&M's for the rest of the week or maybe I should stuff some in my shorts on race day?