Greetings!  Manchester expo is done.  We had quite a few last minute registrations, most for the half but plenty for the full marathon, including one rather frustrating gentleman who was agonizing over whether or not to run the full marathon, at 4:45 pm.  Expo closes at 5. He also wondered why the price had gone up ( dude, the 26.2 is tomorrow) and wanted to know the weather. ... Cold, windy, possible snow..he did sign up.  You can't make this stuff up.

The Expo was good though, not a ton of merchandise booths, but the space was filled, and the day was busy.   I ran about 8 miles this morning beforehand, and I hope to sneak in a very short run tomorrow, bcod.

We may have some snow, though probably not a lot. Our Mayor, who I confess I have not much liked, is growing on me this weekend; he has lined up the Highway Department to drive the course in the early morning and put down calcium chloride so we don't get ice and any snow melts off the road.  We will have sand at the water stops so tossed water doesn't freeze.  There are benefits of an experienced crew!

Just have to figure out my clothes.. I will be in the lead police car, and probably warm but then I plan to be at the finish; with the weather we want experienced eyes on the runners. Scrounging for some wind pants.

Good running Erika. I hear you on needed rest days sometimes!

I hope you get gooder soon Tom White. Tell Claire I said Hi.

Cookies!!!!! Does Simon go run run run too??

Wow Mrrun, Dad does not go that fast anymore and I pull him pull him.

TwoCat, Dad has been going to the asylum a lot. He took a whole bunch of windows there. I don't know why nobody keeps him. He said it is the biggest hysterical renovation project in the whole Michigan.

Leslie!!! Did you make any of them critters go run run run!?! those ducks are extra cheaters. They are in a big bath to stay away and the go way up high.

Dad took me with him when he went to do things in the big city. He went and got some clothes for Noah at the Halloween store. Then he went and got a whole bunch of candy for Easter. If Mom hides it, it will last a long time until then. We had only two trick or treaters when it was Halloween here. Dad gave them both lots and lots of candy. And then he had some too. He was happy to see them because he did not get home until it was scarey dark out.

Today, when we got to the grocery store, I told him about a trail that mom takes me down by there. He said we can wait until he gets done shopping, but I keeped on bugging him and we went. I went run run run all over crazy and Dad just walked. There were two ponds by there, but Dad would not let me get in them. He said if I got all dirty he would take my to the veterinarian and he would give me a bath and then get out the vacuum. ! We saw a weird weird tree.

Dad says that when it gets dark out, that kind of tree comes alive and walks around looking for doggies that sleep on Mom and Dad's bed!! Yikes! I better be good.

When Dad had the groceries we went home and Dad took a nap and I helped. He said his arms and chest feel like they went run run run on a marython. When we got up, Dad put my best running shirt back on. This time he did it on backwards. Then he got mad when I went tinkle on it! If I could dress myself, I wouldn't. He's just weird sometimes. I went down to my best creek and Dad wanted me to rinse the shirt off. The water is stoopid cold. No way! It was going to be dark and I had lots of fun fun fun! I chased critters and made them go way up trees! We only went two miles, what ever a mile is. But I was so happy.

Lamerunner - Good luck to you, all your volunteers, and the racers tomorrow.  Hope the weather is too awful bad.

Taggy - Nope, didn't get to chase any ducks.  They were all scardee-cats anyway, 'cause they went flied, flied, flied away anytime I got within a few feet of them.  I DID see a great big vulture and lots of big ravens, and a really pretty hawk, but they all flied away from me, too, even though I wasn't anywhere near them.  As for your dad and the asylum . . . well, we probably shouldn't say too much . . . .