To Tfer

Okay, so I'm working on another post to explain the below "blood curdling war cry" as Jeff described it, but something has come up that needs to be addressed first. Due to unforseen circumstances, it doesn't look as though my dearest roommate, Ashley, is going to be here for the marathon on Monday. While I am sad that she won't be there to see me run, I'm even more sad that she won't be there to celebrate finishing with me afterwards. You see, poor Ashley has had to deal with me more than anyone else these past few months (with the exception of maybe my dad, but that was just on the phone). I have bored her with endless tales of long runs, short runs, running shorts, and running injuries. I have bombarded her with a constant rollercoaster of emotion every time I have come home from a running event. But you know what the great thing about Ashley is?(one of many great things, I should say) She's listened to every single word of my running ramblings and is always happy to listen to more (or at least she acts like it :) ) For putting up with me these past few months, no one deserves to celebrate me finishing the marathon more than Ashley. So, Teefs, you will be greatly missed on Marathon Monday, not only during the race, but after. Thanks for dealing with me through this whole thing... let's get a few Cape Codders when you get back :)