for 2009 to be over.
The only thing that makes me want to hold onto this year with a white-knuckled grip is the fact that, for the first time in FOREVER, I have nothing to do.
Work is sloooooooooooooooooooowwww.
School is on break.
I have no races until March.
The only problem is that I have translated all this free time into “license to eat my weight in cookies every night.” Which unfortunately means that by the end of this year, I will be consuming a metric ton in cookies every night, and then I will be confined to my bed and need a crane to get me outside.
So, tonight I’m going running with some strangers. Because that will a) get me running and b) delay the cookie feast for a couple of hours.
It seems unlikely that a running group with a well-established schedule of running at the same time & place every Wednesday evening will turn out to be a group of homicidal chainsaw-wielding maniacs, but if you don’t hear from me tomorrow, that means that the run is just a clever ruse to lure in unsuspecting victims through the promise of running and tots.
Wish me luck!