I now have a map of the Calgary marathon route on my bulletin board at work. It's long. Yes, all marathon routes are long, but this is one I *know*. Shrinking the little red line so it fits on an 8 1/2 x 11 sheet of paper doesn't make it any easier. The halfway point is in my old neighbourhood, which definitely didn't feel close to downtown when I was commuting there on the bus, and I have to both run there and back. With little twists and turns and detours, too!

The map is hanging in my face so that I remember that route every time I glance over when I'm thinking of how nice it will be to go home and crawl into my fuzzy socks right after work.

Because it turns out 42 kilometers is a really freaking long distance. Who knew?

Oops! Hit the post button. Must type quick to avoid embarrassment!

I have a dermatologist appointment in a week. I want to be fairly fit and healthy fior it anyway, but when I looked up the office to make sure I had the right address, I came face to, er, picture with a doctor who's not the kindly older gentleman I was anticipating. Now, I'm very happily married, but there's just something about semi-attractive doctors that makes you want to make sure the legs are shaved, y'know?

Yeah, I'm shallow.

I'm totally putting on my epic geeky playlist for today's run so that I can mentally cast myself in that cheesy fantasy novel I was writing back in high school. Just because.

I'm making what should be awesome soup tonight.

I have new toys! Along with the Garmin, I have a nifty headlamp that should hopefully make me look like an oncoming train.

Oh crap! It's already 4:43? Time to get changed!