The brownie will soon be gone, along with the other things. Kayla and I decided to move out together, even though I'll still be in Worcester until Friday. The thought of living here for the next two days, in an empty room is a bit too much for me to handle, so I'm moving in with my sister until my Spanish final at the end of the week. Today has surprisingly brought no tears, but I'm sure once we lock Dobby for the final time in less than an hour, that there will be plenty between the two of us. It's been an emotional year, that's for sure, but it's nice to make things full circle, I've cried just as much in the last few days as I did during Week One, but for very different reasons. It's hard to imagine that tomorrow morning I won't be able to drink powerade for breakfast, meet in the mail room for lunch, and swipe in with the baseball team for 5 o'clock dinner with Kayla. It really is the little things that I will miss, but I am assured by the fact that our 5-year plan includes meeting again to run the Boston Marathon, as well as live together in an old victorian house, with our crazy husbands.
I haven't been running the past few days, mostly because we've been relaxing, and I'm resting the nagging pains in my ankle and knee. I have high hopes that tomorrow my legs will feel ready to run. I'm going to wish away the pains because Saturday, my first morning at home, I will start my running plan. I have yet to determine what this plan is, how long I'll be able to stick to it, and what exactly I'm training for...but for now, all I know is that this is goodbye..to Dobby 212 <3
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