Too much love

So many thoughts and so much to be thankful for.

I am focusing on the thankful part because it helps snuff out the sad parts.

Sad because it has to end. Because I have to leave people that are amazing, again. It is getting really old. If I think about it too much I start throwing things. And crying. And lying in bed all day. So I don't think about it that much.

But today, it is overwhelming me. There are people who have known me my whole life who don't get me like these girls. It sucks I have to leave them.

But instead of being really, horribly sad, I am trying to be really, incredibly grateful. Grateful that I've gotten to know so many shining, brilliant people. Wishing I could show you pictures of all of them and their incredible talents and their incredible goodness.

So back to my story.

I am running a marathon this Saturday and am a little anxious. I have ran a handful of 20-ish milers all pain free, but these last two weeks, when I am simply doing dishes or hanging with the kids my knee has been hurting the wrong kind of hurt. Could it be the weather? An injury? Who knows. All I know is there have been lots of swear words going though my mind this week but I'm trying not to let them out because I need the blessings.

Kyle tried to talk me out of running it. I told him he was Satan and to stop tempting me.

Then I dreamed I was at the marathon. The buses weren't working so I had to hitch hike to the starting line. Then I ran the whole thing but couldn't remember a lot of it so they made me run it again. Can you say nightmare?

My clean laundry is piling up. My husband has sold our washer and dryer, couches, mattress, and piano on craigslist, there are lots of decisions to make about schools and business and whatever, all of my crap is in boxes and in general I am overwhelmed with Christmas and everything that is about to hit the fan.

So with all of this on my mind, a friend sends me a sweet text. Then another drops off some crazy double chocolate drink and makes me laugh. Then another tells me to get my butt over to her house because they are throwing me a surprise marathon party and where the heck am I?

Anyway, this is me feeling very blessed, happy, loved and ready for whatever is going to come this weekend. Sometimes I think I shouldn't have trained for the dang race, I should have just ran it. But I didn't, so let's hope it all goes off smoothly. After all, I have the best support team in the world and 800 IBUs a plenty.