I Spoke Your Name for Many Days, Pronouncing It in Several Ways

Big day tomorrow, ladies and gentlemen.

The Houston half-marathon is calling my name. Look for me to be the guy way,way,way behind the Kenyan dudes.

If anything, I'll be better off than the Austin marathon in 2005, when at mile 2, I almost mistook a tongue-presser coated with vaseline for a popsicle. WORST. POPSICLE. FLAVOR.EVER.

Lesson learned.

See you on the other side.