moe. he. toes.

my teeth are quite sensitive today thanks to all my deliberating and lip biting over the weekend.

last Friday was my personal deadline to sign up for a race. it was my deadline to make my 'impossible' officially nerve-racking and stomach-churning. and well, I haven't signed up yet. but let me explain.

I hit a little avalanche of doubt. of maybe I-can't-do-it. of I-won't-wake-up-in-time-the-morning-of-the-race. of but-my-legs-will-fall-off. it's-too-cold. it's-too-hot. my-knees-won't-bend-today. my-blister-is-too-big.

there's-a-microscopic-rock-in-my-shoe-that-won't-come-out.

well, you know what I say:

there's nothing a good ol' cocktail party can't solve.

numerous mojitos in to the evening and my friend that ran the Big Sur Marathon is urging me to sign up for a half. "you can do it! you can totally do it!" and, maybe it was the wine or - gawd - that shot of Patron that I just remembered but, I believed her and she seemed to believe in me.

so I think it is now time for you all to refer to "fireplaces and iron-ons".

and remember, if in doubt, throw a cocktail party!