doing a happy dance

The moment Mr. Dawn handed me the envelope my heart stopped.  I’d seen the postcards all over blog land of people being accepted into the Boston Marathon, but this was an envelope.  Had something gone wrong?  Was there some obscure requirement that I hadn’t fulfill and they were sending me the runner’s equivalent of a “Dear John” letter?  For a moment I wondered how different I would feel if I wasn’t going to be running Boston 2011…Then, with fear and trepidation I opened the envelope.

HURRAY!!!!!!!!!!  It was the postcard that I had been expecting.  Enter happy dance.  Literally, jumping around the living room, kitchen, hallway.  Shaking.  Shrieking.  Singing, “I am going to Boston, I am going to Boston!” over and over again.

Mr. Dawn’s question was, “Didn’t you already know you were accepted?  Like, wasn’t there an email?”

“Well, yes, but now its for sure.”

“It wasn’t for sure before?”

“I guess it was….but this feels more real.”

“Why?”

“……..cause……cause I can hang it on the fridge :)

Apparently to me, refrigerator art=reality.  I’m not crazy, right?

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