I have some great news and some not so good news.  Not so good first- I did not run 12 (or any at all) miles this morning as planned.  Not only did my Aunt Flo make an unanticipated  house call, but she sucker punched me in the gut, hard, on her way in the door.  I think she might have even followed up with a blow to my head using her hat box, but I’m in such a daze that I can’t be sure.    

The great news in that my good old Aunt Flo will not be coming to Portland, for the marathon, in exactly two weeks from today!  This is a complete relief since she’s tagged along with me to other races in the past and is a complete pain in the… neck.  Plus, there will already be 4 of us gals sharing one hotel room, and the supplies that Flo dictates  I bring along on trips tend to take up way too much space.  So I figure after I gently break the news to her that she won’t be coming on vacation, and if I spend the day pacifying her with heating pads and ibuprofen, just maybe old Flo will back the hell off and allow me to lace up tomorrow.