Of course it figures that Ellie puked in the car on the way to daycare, followed by several bouts of explosive and VERY smelly diarrhea. As if the 6 hours on the plane tomorrow weren't stressing me out enough. On top of all that, the forecast is for 80% rain. BOO! Some might say that the stars are not aligning for a marathon...but I will finish if it kills me (like the person that ran the first marathon)
Everyone cheer me on Sunday morning 7 am to 11 am Pacific time, assuming I don't contract the stomach virus from Ellie.
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