All My Bags Are Packed…

(Adapted – poorly – from John Denver’s Leaving On a Jet Plane)

All my bags are packed
Im ready to go
Im standin here before my door
I hate to wake you up to drive so far
But the dawn is breakin
Its early Friday
The puppy’s waiting
At the in-laws’ he’ll stay
Already Im so nervous
I could die

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that youll wait for me
As jogging toward the Finish I will go
cause we’re leavin in a Jetta
Wont blog till aft the Steelers play
Oh babe, I have to run

Theres so many times Ive left you home
As around the Park I did run
I tell you now, yoga might be my thing
Evry place I go, Ill think of pacing
Evry song I sing, Ill thing of racing
When I get done, my IT band will sting

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that youll wait for me
As jogging toward the Finish I will go
cause we’re leavin in a Jetta
Wont blog till aft the Steelers play
Oh babe, I have to run

Now the time has come to line up
One more time
I’ll hit the pit stop
The gun will fire and
Ill be on my way
Dream about the days to come
When I wont have to Gu and run
About the times, I wont have to say

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that youll wait for me
As jogging toward the Finish I will go
cause we’re leavin in a Jetta
Wont blog till aft the Steelers play
Oh babe, I have to run

But, Im racing for 4:30
Dont know if I’ll do this again
Oh babe, I have to run…

If you’re still reading, I commend you. I’m (obviously) really terrible at this kind of stuff and I promise not to adapt any more songs for a long time. In case you didn’t notice, I likely won’t be blogging again until late Sunday or on Monday so I’ll catch you on the flip side of the race!

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