This looks familiar

I wait until the last minute to make a decision and then I'm forced to make one. This usually involves some coercing from friends. {Insert every single time we go out to eat and I can't decide what to order until I am the  last one left and the waiter gives me an annoyed look of "seriously?!"}

Well, this scenario in particular looks awfully familiar. Probably because it happened last year too!!
My little beloved race that I hold so dearly in my heart is THIS WEEKEND...and I just realized this yesterday! How did that happen?!
No, I haven't been training. Yes, I just signed up.
It is, after all, the last Charlottesville 10-miler that I'll run, since we are skippin' town and headed north.


Last year, my friend Patti helped me through the last few miles. I will be recruiting her distracting abilities again this year and she will be paid with a pedicure.

I'm off to charge my ipod and pick out my running outfit. If I'm going to attempt to run a race, I better look good doing in. OR, maybe Patti and I should coordinate outfits, like this:

or this,

I'll be the box. Santa's beard would be far too itchy.