4 More Sleeps Until the Silver Bean

(Cue Dramatic Music!) (Something like - Dunh Dunh Duuuuuhhh.)

Only four nights and three and a half days until we are sky bound for Chicago. Yes, we! Markus did decide to join me for this round of out-of-town great marathon adventures. Mostly because I hounded him with Puss-in-Boots pathetic weepy looks for about a week or so. I've never been above emotional manipulation so don't expect me to begin fighting fair now!

I'm nervous. Very nervous about the 42.195K endeavour. I've been having stress dreams in which I am, oddly enough, running marathons. They oscillate between triumph and heartbreak. Last night I didn't even finish the marathon since I had this inexplicable urge to stop and get cookies from every Subway along the route (the edible sort of Subway that is.) Who knew that there could possibly be so many damn Subway shops in Chicago. If I recall the details rightly, there was one about every block and a half. This amounts to a hell of a lot of cookies and a very sad race time.

The night before last was fantastic. Although most of the marathon consisted of running through mazes of cubicles in office towers, I managed to finish in just less than 3 hours 30 minutes. Who knew the stench of photocopy toner could knock about an hour and a half off my best time?

Morpheus sure is having fun with me lately.