Went up to my folks early on Saturday again. Hung out with the fam, went for a nice 4-miler (complete with killer, take-your-shirt-off hill) around two and then went to a wedding. It was a nice wedding, a girl I have known since I was in 2nd or 3rd grade, a very good friend of my little sister's--she's about 4 years younger than I am, all dressed up in a big white dress, and moving to Georgia of all places. They got married at the foot of the local ski hill, in front of the ski wee shack, which was apparently only funny to me. I mean, come on people--there is a beautiful analogy to draw there, about their youth and the idea of ski wee as a place to learn...Anyway, the bride was beautiful, the cake was fantastic, and the ladies who danced (and danced, and danced) were fabulous.
So the time has come: the divine Ms. P is going to sign us up for the race, and I'm going to start looking at training plans for the steamtown. Now things begin in earnest.
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