Maybe because it's well past 1 am and I'm delirious, but I've spent the past half hour looking for a local...wait for it...
marathon.
I know! Crazy, huh?
I started checking to make sure all the doors were locked around midnight before going to bed. And because our garage door sometimes has a habit of not closing, I checked that, too. Whadayaknow, my paranoia was actually beneficial because that sucker was open. Unfortunately it wouldn't close with me just pushing the button. I had to manually close it. That consists of pulling down a handle from the top of the door, which was hanging above my head, and dragging said handle towards the opening. Yeah, not easy when you're only 5'3. Needless to say, thank God my car was parked there, because I had to open the back passenger door, step on the inside of the car, and with my other foot push against the car door frame for leverage to get that freakin door to move down. At one point I was parallel to the ground and imagined the handle snapping and me cracking my head on the ground. Then I had to hurry up and run to the handle on the bottom of the garage door to pull it down all the way. My right hammie and left quad now hurt like a muthafucker.
Anyway, so that whole episode kept me up.
And now here I am, with thoughts of 26.2 miles in my head...
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