Dear 28,000 other people,
Sometimes I overexcite myself and this is one of those times. I cannot express how much I can't wait to run with you tomorrow morning. I'm likely to be the girl having a seizure of glee or starting lame chants at 7 a.m.. GET READY.
P.S. this is like Christmas for me, so I'm guessing i won't be able to sleep a wink thinking about the glorious pain i'm going to be in. yes yes YEEES.
P.P.S. Ugh, I can't even take this.