60* is way better than 40*

I think Boston should be moved to say...June.  So I don't have to log a bunch of cold winter miles.

My training plan *officially* begins next Monday.  But I'm following week 1 for now.  I have this plan printed out and posted on my cube wall, along with this pace chart thingy that says I can run a 4 hour marathon (it lies).  I'm annoyed though.  It's just hanging there mocking me.  I don't get to cross off any of the little boxes yet.  In theory, having this plan staring at me everyday will keep me ON the plan.  And I'll feel great satisfaction from crossing off workouts.  Is this neurotic? Yes.  Inherited from my father?  Most likely.

My sister texted me over the weekend to bitch about how I don't have the donation website set up yet.  She apparently has checks made payable to Baypath Humane Society to hand over toward my fund raising goal instead.  From people I haven't seen in 15 years, and people I haven't met, like ever.  A) My sister rocks.  B) I'm in awe and C) I now have, like,  people I really really need to not let down.  Shit.