Red t-shirts. Some shoes. A few hills, bridges, and Elvis at mile 10.
I hear Elvis himself will sing to us at some point on the Flying Pig half marathon route on Sunday. I hope it's at mile 10. I really do. Because I will be delirious by then and it won't surprise me at all that The King is serenading me, jumpsuit open to there.
The t-shirts for the intrepid Life is a Verb Flying Pig half-marathon team were printed just down the street by real people with squeegees and ink. The ones for the 14 members of the team have a flying pig on the right sleeve just to remind us of that glorious day in what might be pouring rain, according to the Weather People.
I'll give away a few t-shirts over the next few weeks – the first of which goes to Michelle who left this quote to carry with me: "When nothing is sure, everything is possible." ~Margaret Drabble
I'm also giving away a t-shirt to anyone who donates at least $5 a mile (at 13.1 miles, that equals $65.50) to Metropolitan Ministries. You can find out how to do that here.
As of today, Mr Brilliant and Tessie won't be there to cheer us on, alas. (She wailed, "I NEVER GET TO GO TO OHIO!" and "I WOULD BE MUCH HAPPIER IF YOU TELL ME I CAN GO!" when I told her, poor thing, breaking my heart). He had a bad fall today and really hurt his ankle, the kind of ouchy ouch that makes you nauseous. And it takes A LOT to get him to that point, so I knew it was bad. But evidently he got his medical degree without telling me, so he refused to go to the doctor. Instead, he prescribed his own treatment: two cooler freezer packs duct taped to his leg. I kid you not.
I might need those freezer packs tomorrow. This could be dicey.
One more sleep until Cincinnati. No one has stepped forward as my body double, so I guess this is it.
[Thanks to Mary Campbell for the t-shirt design and the happy printers at On a Roll for the great job!]
