D-Day Has Come

I'm a little anxious.

Tomorrow is the big day.

Last Saturday when I ran 10 miles, I got a big blister on one toe

AND

walked around like a grandma the rest of the day

(due to sore joints, not the blister)

On the positive side, I was totally pumped toward the end of the run

and felt like I could have kept running

thanks to:

good music on my mp3 player

AND

lots of sisterly support.

Let's hope I find my rhythm for tomorrow and can get my groove on while I run.

At least I know I'll have the support of a good friend.