Screaming Expletives

That's what I was doing when I woke up 15 minutes ago.

I set the alarm for 5:30, and I got up to hit snooze. That's all I remember until Andy woke me up saying, "Babe! It's 6:45!" And then I screamed some bad words into my pillow and got up.

So what does this mean for me?
1. No running with the team. I could have raced around and sped to Vienna and been only about 20 minutes late, but that's a terrible way to start the morning and I would have worried about trying to catch up to everyone, which is the worst thing I can do on such a long run.
2. No water stops. I'm not sure how many they were going to have, but now I have to be pretty much self-reliant with the fluids. It worked out OK last weekend by stopping at CVS, but I'm not sure where my route will take me today.
3. On the plus side, I was going to use my iPod, which is frowned upon by TNT. So at least I don't have to hide it.
4. Another plus, I don't have to factor driving time into my schedule. I am going to be starting at least a half hour later, but I don't have to worry about driving home, so that should make up for the difference... plus I can stretch and relax in the AC without having to sit in my car for half an hour after my long run.

It's overcast, and it might rain. The high today is only supposed to be 85, and it's supposed to be cloudy the entire time I'm running. This is AWESOME.

I can do this. Who cares that I won't be with the team? I CAN DO THIS. 16 miles, here I come. For grandma. And for me.