3 days grace

To borrow (and adapt) a lyric from the Gabe Dixon Band (seriously, give them a listen sometime!), I’ve got 72 “hours to go before I’m in the place I love.”

OK, so maybe running an 8K on a maybe humid Saturday morning in the middle of June isn’t exactly the place I love, but it is the place I’ve worked so hard to be over the past few months. So Saturday morning, I’ll slip my feet into my Nikes and hit the pavement of the Bicentennial Mall. And hopefully, run 3/4 to all of the 4.96 miles of this 8K for Nashville Public Television.

Let’s hope it goes better than yesterday’s run! (I won’t go into detail, but let’s just say for the first time in our relationship, Nike + let me down. Lance Armstrong refused to talk to me no matter what I did. I guess he found out that Sheryl Crow was marginally and far, far away, but a tiny bit related to me and decided I wasn’t worth the effort. Oh, well, I think we’ve worked things out now. I’ll be giving him another chance this afternoon on the rooftop track of the downtown Y. Except now that the rooftop pool is open, I think more people are staring at me and thinking I run funny. It’s weird to think that you’re the source of entertainment for some very bored lifeguards.)

All that said, I’m actually getting excited about running on Saturday. I’ll see if I can get someone to act as my personal paparazzi and post pics on here sometime next week.

I know, you can’t wait! Try to contain yourselves. Simmer down!

P.S. Click here to hear the Gabe Dixon song I was referring to: