Let the Joint Rockin' Begin!

I am headed out the door of the office in about 2 minutes. And counting. Let loose into the warm Friday afternoon air like a small yipping spaniel trapped inside the house all day. One...two...three...RUN!

And then I'm headed to Memphis.

Awake, and then drive to Nashville.

Arrive, and then run 26.2 miles. My very first marathon. I've been training since January, so its about time the goal finally came to fruition. I don't do so hot when I don't get to see results sooner.

Anyway, I'll be allowing the streets of Nashville to rock and jar my body and joints Saturday morning if you feel like tossing a prayer up in my behalf. I'm stoked. I've got so many friends coming in from so many different segments of my life, I am not sure how I am going to see them all while I'm there.

Provided they don't take me out on a stretcher. Yeah. Thats a fun fact for you. For every 40,000 runners who attempt a marathon, one of them dies. No joke. Someone died earlier this year in Arkansas at a Marathon my friends were at.

So lets pray the stats are in my favor.

I'll run until my legs fall off this weekend, and then I close on my new house on Monday. Then back to brokeness and Ramen noodle meals on Tuesday. Big week for me!

I'll post you some pictures upon my (hopefully) triumphant return.

SEE YA!

So, for all or most highschool-ish age kiddos and college age quasi-adults, the following weeks mark some sort of Spring Break adventure or extravaganza...to some degree.

In the highschool days of North, the school would wait and anticipate the return of the Sr. Trip to Cancun, and all the rancid and hopefully mostly untrue stories that would come with it. I avoided this disaster, although I can't speak the same for all my friends.  

In the college days at OSU, I usually hopped aboard whattever bandwagon of well behaved Pi Phi's that was passing by, which led to all sorts of fun places from Copper Mountain skiing to Destin basking in the sun to Carlsbad and the White Sand desert of New Mexico....and usually this trip was proceeded by a trip with Cody and his family to the Big 12 hoops tourny. Back when OSU was dominant. *tear*

Some of our viewing public have been shuffled into a work force which either A. doesn't allow them a spring break... B. they choose to save their vacation days for other times... or C. even if they want to go on vacation, all of their friends are still at the office manhandling their cubicle.

All that said, there is once again a Spring Break plot afoot for me, as I head to Dallas tonight to hop a plan with Shoush tomorrow to fly to Atlanta and pick up another friend Brock and then head to RoseMary Beach, which nestles itself somewhere between Panama City and Destin.

I am quite pumped.

Below: Last year: Spring Break with Shoush. For Free. MANSION in Naples Florida with our friend Brad and his family.  Who owns it. Never mind his dad used to play in the NFL and run the Chicago Stock Exchange semi underground. His brother played in the NFL as well, and his brother's wife is broadway star Heather Headley. Quite the fam.

The goal this year...to find another Spring Break with similar vibes and auras of "Free-Ness."

Below: My post kamp beach vacation with Brock. K-Institute friend. She's amazing. Same who I went to see in Boston and NYC this Christmas. We are returning to the same beach house as we did after summer. Which is FREE. Her brother owns it but doesn't time-share it anymore.

The goal of awesome-ness free-ness has been accomplished. It is going to be a blast!! Couldn't imagine anyone better to be heading to the beach with TOMORROW! YEAH!

Then...back to being a desk drone until May....I can make it....