I just figured out that the majority of the flights I've taken have been by myself. Which feels strange. But I guess that's part of why I don't freak out when I fly- it's kind of difficult to be a bad traveller when you have no one to listen to your panic.
Tomorrow, I'm heading to Norfolk, VA by myself, but I'l be staying with my BFF from high school, and running with her. This is the race my husband signed me up for our anniversary back in July, and it's the weekend before my birthday, so it's like my own personal holiday.
I've got my suitcase packed (except for all those annoying toiletries that can't be packed until the last minute), and my carry-on ready.
I ran 4 great, progressively faster 400s during our running group's interval workout today (1:52, 1:50, 1:45, 1:40).
So, I'm as ready as I can get for the weekend!
Half marathon #4, I'm coming for you! Sub-2 hours, if these sturdy peasant legs will cooperate!