... if you were running a half-marathon on saturday, the last possible moment you could possibly go out on the town and have a few drinks would be tuesday night.
that gives you a wednesday to roll around on the couch, ordering things slathered in pepperoni, onions and garlic from papa john's via the internet, without communicating with a human being, all while watching movies about women who make ill-advised relationship choices and pretending you don't have an apartment filled with goodwill fare waiting to be excavated before you can feel sound in telling the people at the new yorker's subscription department that you have a new address.
thursday to sleep well and have great, healthy dreams starring unicorns and your second grade teacher oddly wearing a cape.
friday to get self-righteous about people who consume booze -- the nerve! -- perhaps even your BOYFRIEND! [all while picking up your race packet, eating clif bar samples and wondering about the genetics of toned arms.]
p.s. thank you for the coupon to a podiatrist. i will use your advertising magnet to stabalize the pictures from the phone book that i color.
and then saturday to run.
so. i did the right thing.