Bah

I'm full of butterflies. Oddly enough, or not really if you know me, I'm more worried that the boy isn't going to call me back than about the marathon. I know, I know. I'm a freak. He left me a voicemail this morning asking what time we were going to dinner and I called him back and left a message. Then a few hours later I texted him. Nothing. He'll show up. I know he will. I just really don't want my mom to think I'm dating some asshole. He's not an asshole though which is why he'll call me back. Or in half an hour, he's getting another phone call. F those games. I need to know if he's coming.

I went to the expo to pick up my bib. There were two lines; one was for the full marathon and the other was for the half. The full marathon line breezed right in while the people in the line for the half had to wait. We walked around for a bit, sampling Clif bars and other energy type of foods, my mom nagging me to hydrate myself the entire time.

Speaking of hydration (which my father also called to tell me about. Do my parents really think I'm that much of an idiot?), I have been peeing every two seconds because I'm drinking so much.