Running is the best form of therapy

I find it ironic that I'm writing this, considering when Sean first suggesting making a public post about the status of our marriage, I balked at it. Maybe I just wasn't ready - or maybe I needed to say it in my own words? 

Two Saturdays ago, Sean and I decided to separate. Nobody did anything wrong. It was a mutual decision that we came to together after realizing that we weren't happy, haven't been for some time, and did not think that we could get to where we needed to be together. This whole separation has been very amicable. I am happy that, after almost 9 years of being together, that we are able to be adults and not let our marriage end with anger and hate towards each other. However, when I am hurting, sometimes I almost wish that he had done something wrong towards me, so that I could hide my hurt behind anger. 

With there being no clear reason to leave, this decision was very hard for both of us to make. We are both very much intertwined in each others lives. His family and friends are my family and friends, and after nine years, we both love and care so deeply about each other. This transition has not been easy. Sully and I moved into our own place, which brings another level of hard to this because I've never lived on my own. I've always had somebody to fall back on when times are tough, and now I need to be able to rely on myself. I also miss my best friend and my other half of my family. I feel like I have lost so much because of this. I'm not saying that we made a mistake, but it definitely is very hard to grieve for not only the loss of a relationship with my husband (my best friend) but to also know that my relationship with his family will never be the same. 

I know that we are making the right decision, but this definitely has not been easy. I have been on an emotional roller coaster. Some of my hardest moments have been sorting through our stuff and missing our cats. Sully came with me and the cats are with Sean. The other night I had an emotional breakdown when the TV wouldn't work. It was the stupidest thing, a TV not working, but I just couldn't picture how I would be able to live by myself if I couldn't even get a TV to work. But we're in our new place now and just have to make it work. 

Throughout this process, my family and friends have been amazing. Many of them dropped what they were doing to come and help me pack and move, and just be here for a good part of my first night. My friend's boyfriends put together my new dresser and nightstand, which took hours (the salesperson was NOT lying when they said this was the most difficult piece of furniture to assemble). Other friends, have checked in on me, given me advice and just been there to listen. Although I have sometimes not been super responsive during this tumultuous time, I have greatly appreciated the love and support that I have. I'm not sure how I would have gotten this far without you.

Running is definitely what is getting me through this. I am so glad that I have found running over the past couple of years. Some parts of running are sad - knowing that Sean will never be at the finish line of one of my races again.. that's hard. Especially when I think about the marathon that I want to complete this year. But, other than that, I have found tremendous support in running. Throughout the past few weeks when Sean and I were initially discussing this, it would help me with clarity. I would show up to a group run with all of these jumbled thoughts and emotions and leave knowing exactly how I felt. Of course it helped that not only do I have awesome family and friends, I also have an amazing running family who I love dearly. 

It has also helped me to block out my emotions when I need to. The day that Sean and I had made the decision, I had gone for a run that morning. I knew that we were going to be heading this way, and I just zoned out. It was an 8 mile run. I wanted to quit about 3/4 of a mile in, but I just kept pushing - fighting for me, like I was going to have to do during this horrible time. It has also helped me to have challenges in running. Tonight, I stepped outside of my comfort zone and joined another group. This group does runs but also does speed training, hill training and full body workouts. Tonight we ran to Harrison Hill and then did 4 hill repeats. It was really tough. I was having a hard time breathing and took some walking breaks. I was mad at myself for doing this, but to me - it was just like this transition period in my life. There are hard times. I can choose to let the hard times win, or I can choose to keep pushing even if I have setbacks.

I have a half marathon on 12/14. I am really sad because it is going to be the first one that Sean isn't at. Sean has always been my absolute biggest supporter with my running. He has been at pretty much every race that I have ran. I'm not sure how I'm going to handle this one with him not being there. Part of me wanted to give in and say that I wasn't going to do it anymore. But, I won't do that. I don't want to be a quitter and who knows how many races I'll be able to afford to do living on my own.

I'm a real runner!! I puked on Hanover St!

This past Sunday, I completed my 2nd half marathon! Last year, I ended up completing the same half marathon with a lot of walking. I had missed a few weeks of training and ended up regressing instead of progressing. My time last year was 3:12:46. I remember being so proud for completing the half marathon, but disappointed in the amount of time that I walked. I usually do not focus too much on time, instead just try to finish the whole thing running.

This year, I really wanted to complete it in under 2:50. However, my main goal was to complete it without walking and I did it!! I didn't make my time goal, unfortunately, but I was just happy that I didn't need to walk - and I PRd for my half marathon time with a time of 3:01:28! I have another half coming up on 12/14. I'm really hoping to meet that sub 2:50 time, but understand that's not entirely reasonable.. so that's my A) goal. My B) goal is to get under 3 hours. Of course, I want to complete the entire course without walking. 

I was thankful that it was daylight savings time, so we gained an extra hour of sleep. Somehow I was  not nervous about it, so I ended up getting a good nights sleep. I met at the store for 8 am, used the bathroom (so nice to not have to use a porta potty!) and chatted with others in the running group. At 8:40 we took a group picture and ran over to the starting line for the 8:50 start. 

A few minutes after the race started, I ran by my husband, my sister-in-law Marissa, and brother-in-law, Mike. It was so nice that they came out to support me, despite the fact that it was freezing out! I am really blessed! Shortly before the one mile mark, I saw them again. Around mile 2, I saw coach Betsy and fellow group member Deb. They were cheering us on. Deb came over and ran with me, and it definitely made me happy! I also saw Officer Rick at this point. He's also in the group, but was working the race as he's running a half this weekend. He gave me a high five, and I was on my way. 

The next two miles were okay. There was a big hill that I hate (we trained on this route many times) but I made it through it. At mile 4, I ate my shot blocks. They had a water station starting at mile 3 and then every 2 miles for the rest of the course. They also had a timer every 2 miles starting at mile 2. It was nice because I just kept thinking in my head that I just needed to get to the next thing. Once I left a water station, I knew it was one mile to the timer. Once I left the timer, I knew it was one mile to the next water station. I stopped briefly at each water station to take a sip of water and then was on my way. With 5 water stations, I'm sure this cost me some time and not stopping may have allowed me to be sub 3 hours. I'm going to try this at the 12/14 half.

Before we entered the park, I saw Betsy and Deb again. It was great as I hadn't seen anybody since mile 2 and now we were almost at mile 6. It was awesome to get some encouragement before I headed off into the park. This was definitely a tough part of the course for me. As I came through the park, I saw my husband and in laws. I was not thrilled that I was less than halfway there.

Around this point was the best cheering stations. People were sitting outside of their houses with drinks around a campfire (though part of me wished I was with them instead of running the race at this point. haha!) with  music blaring - cheering me on. It felt awesome. Slightly before mile 8 I started feeling sluggish and knew I had Reservoir Rd (dreaded hill) ahead of me so I took my shot blocks a bit early. For some reason they didn't go down so easy and I ended up choking on them. I managed to pull myself together, finish the blocks, and make it up Reservoir without walking. 

I was so excited when I turned onto mission ave - this is where the half marathoners split off from the marathoners. I also knew that Hanover St. was close and running down Hanover is my favorite part! When I reached Hanover, I really felt like I was in the home stretch. Although I still had about 2.5 miles or so to go, I love running down Hanover - it's mostly downhill with one uphill near the Greek church, and you are running into the city. I've run it so many times and know exactly where I am - so this makes me happy. Near the top of Hanover, I threw up! It was funny because it's an ongoing joke in the group that you're not a real runner unless you throw up. Coach Betsy's husband has made that comment before and it's always something that we joke about (since I don't know many runners that puke and they're still real runners). I was so hyped on emotions that I just remember thinking "OMG I'm a real runner!" hahaha. I was also very thankful that this was before we met up with the marathoners again, just before our mile 11 and their mile 17. I was alone most of the race until I met up with the marathoners. 

When we were all running down Hanover street together, it was just amazing. During the start of the race and during this period in time, I get the excitement of running in a race. The rest of the course, I was mainly by myself - which is okay too. But there is nothing like the exhilaration of running with a bunch of other runners. When they were running by me, everybody kept saying "good job" "great job, runner". Seriously, this is why I love runners. They are the nicest people around! I have never had another runner make me feel badly about my pace or any other ability, and it's just amazing. When these people were telling me "great job" I just kept thinking - Great job to YOU, YOU'RE the one running a marathon - and running past me even though you've done 6 miles more than me! haha. 

When I got down to almost the end of Hanover Street, the coaches and other group  members were outside the store cheering for me. This gave me the boost that I needed to continue the last .2 or so of a mile. At the end of Hanover, the half marathoners go left to the finish, and the marathoners go right for another 7.2 miles. It was at this point that I realized that, although I want to do a marathon, that I don't think I could ever do this one. After 2 years of coming down Hanover and finishing to the left after 13.1 miles, I'm not sure I can come down Hanover after doing 19 miles and then go to the right for another 7.2! Totally a mental thing, but I'm pretty sure I'd just want to turn left and finish hahaha

When I got to the finish line, I sprinted as fast as I could and crossed the finish line with a smile. I was so excited!! I couldn't believe that I finished 13.1 miles and completed them without walking! 

Sean, Marissa and Mike were all there to watch me finish. After the race was over, we grabbed brunch and then headed home where I crashed. I'm pretty sure I took a 3 hour nap. 

After all is said and done, I am so incredibly grateful. I am grateful for my friends and family who supported me throughout this endeavor. The coaches and fellow runners in the group became like family. I am also so blessed that I can run. Last year, I ended the half marathon with a stress fracture. I couldn't run for months after the half. I was in so much pain even walking. This year, I have no injuries and have run twice since Sunday!

Sometimes I get frustrated with the fact that I'm not at the ability that I want to be, but then I remember that I get to run, and that is all that I need to turn my attitude around. My buddy, Hayden, has really put this into perspective for me. He works so hard to be able to even just stand and to walk. He is very precious and such a strong little boy. He really gives me motivation to keep going when I don't want to. Throughout the half on Sunday, I just kept thinking about him and he got me through the tough times when I wanted to quit. 

I was really depressed that the group runs were going to end. Not only do they help keep me accountable, but I just love the people that are in the group. It is especially nice at night when I don't want to run alone. Even though I usually end up alone at some point on the route, it's nice to know that there are people waiting for me. Thankfully, everybody felt the same way and we've decided to keep the runs going! I'm looking forward to a great winter of running! 

 

It's the Climb..

Saturday, on my way to my 12 mile run - the last long run before the half marathon on 11/3. As I was nearing Runner's Alley, my Ipod started playing Miley Cyrus's "The Climb". I know, I know - it's Miley Cyrus.. But I actually really like the song - and there's a couple of verses that really stuck out to me. 

"Ain't about how fast I get there
Ain't about what's waiting on the other side
It's the climb

The struggles I'm facing
The chances I'm taking
Sometimes might knock me down
But no, I'm not breaking

I may not know it
But these are the moments that
I'm gonna remember most, yeah
Just gotta keep going

And I, I got to be strong
Just keep pushing on..."

Now if I only knew how applicable this song would be to my run that day. It was definitely a tough run. I was just getting over a sinus infection and my sinuses had been draining for days. I had an antibiotic in me that was making me super thirsty. I ended up running out of water at mile 8. By mile 9.5, I had hit a wall - with over 2.5 miles left to go - it seemed like forever. I was seriously so dehydrated and out of water. I was very much dramatizing it, but I seriously thought I was going to drop right there. As I turned onto Hanover St, shortly after mile 10 - I saw a run down convenience store. I didn't have any money or any of my credit cards on me, but I needed to stop. The guy was kind enough to let me fill my water bottles with water from the sink. I immediately started downing both of the bottles, and was out of the 20 ounces in less than a half a mile. The last 1.75 miles were really hard. I felt like they were never ending. I finally made it back to the store and just sat.. for a long time before I could even stretch. I kept sucking down water and felt like I was going to either throw up or pass out.. or both. I am pretty sure my electrolytes were low. It was a tough run with not having enough water and still dealing with the side effects of the sinus infection. I managed to get some Gatorade into me and felt better after a few hours.. Just glad to have this run behind me. 

Tuesdays run this week was hard too. When I saw the route, I was cursing the coaches for picking the route! The first couple of miles was flat; however, a good portion of this route was on bridge st - which is a hill that is really steep in some areas, and seems like it is never ending! As much as I was dreading the run when it started, I was proud of myself and happy that the coach had chosen this route. Despite the fact that my breathing was out of control, and I could barely keep up with Betsy during our conversation while I was struggling up the hill, I felt strong. 

Last night, I finished a book that I started reading a couple of days ago, called "Mile Markers: The 26.2 Most Important Reasons Why Women Run." There was so much of this book that stuck out to  me - but one passage in particular really hit home. Here are some highlights - "It's hard for me. I struggle. I suffer. I get discouraged. I get mad. I celebrate, sometimes... It doesn't always feel good in the moment, but ultimately you are a better person for it... So I may not always run the way I want to run or race the way I imagine myself racing, and my performance outside may only rarely reflect the runner on the inside, but there is a certain endurance rush reserved for those of us who have to work extra hard just to stand on the line and dream." I read this passage three times and cannot even explain how it speaks to me. I have to work really hard for my runs, and I am PROUD of them, because of how hard I have to work. 

Tonight was a much needed run. I had a stress and anxiety filled day today. I laid down after work to take a quick nap and almost skipped the run. I started making excuses that I could just do the run tomorrow, that it wasn't a big deal. But then I remembered the promise that I made to myself - I knew that I needed this run. My legs were really tight, which made the run a challenging one despite the fact there weren't really any hills. But the run was cathartic.. It gave me what I needed - a much needed stress relief. I was so glad that I went! 

Long run and a humbling 5k

This weekend, I experienced a vast array of emotions regarding my runs. Saturday morning, I had my longest run yet - 11.7 miles. Although I completed a half marathon last year, I ended up walking a lot of it. Prior to this years training, my longest run was between 6-7 miles. 

Saturday I woke up really nervous. My training the past few weeks has been great. I've been able to power through the mental mind block and run until I'm done the route - hills and all! The previous week we had done 9.5 and I wasn't expecting a 2 mile bump in mileage. I was trying really had to not let it get to me - but it was freaking me out a little. The night before I hadn't really slept well - I'd had a bunch of junk to eat the night before and had some weird panic attacks a few times throughout the night. I woke up a little sleepy, but decided to just trust the training and take it one step at a time. As it was nearly 12 miles, I decided to chunk it into 4 mile sections. The first four miles would get me to the turn onto Union St. Then the next four miles was from Union St to Reservoir Ave (hill!), and the final 4 would get me back to the store. 

I started listening to a new audiobook on this run. While it is not nearly as amazing as "Born to Run", it is a pretty good distraction on the runs. The first four miles went well - I tried to pick up the pace a little, while still conserving energy for the last 2/3 of the run. I had my energy chews at mile 4 and then stopped at the "water station" shortly after. One of our group members lives right on the route and is very kind to put out some water and Gatorade for us to be able to have on the run. I was very thankful for the electrolyte drink, since I haven't been carrying any with me - just water.. I must remember to start bringing a sport drink in my hydration belt too. The next four miles felt effortless too. I ate some more energy chews at mile 8 before I turned onto the hill at reservoir rd. Reservoir went okay - I didn't walk it, which was my only goal. I started to hit a wall around mile 10, but I knew that I was in the last 1.5 miles or so. We were cutting down a new road for us yesterday. I was so excited until I reached that point, turned the corner and saw one of the biggest hills that I had ever seen. I hate hills anyways, never mind when I'm hitting a wall hard. At first, my mind started taking over and I gave myself permission to walk the hill - I mean, I'd already run 10 miles - wasn't that enough? When I got to the bottom of the hill, I was determined to not stop and walk. I knew that I must have been relatively close to Hanover St - which is all downhill to the store, so I decided that I would just run it. As soon as I got to the top and started running down-hill, I noticed there was another huge hill up ahead - but I conquered that one as well! 

I did it - 11.7 miles without walking! I know that I am going to be able to run the half course - especially since we are lucky enough to train ON the half course. I was tired, sore, and chafed - but I did it. 

  

 This morning I had a 5k. It was the Foot Race for the Fallen and is put on by the Manchester Police Department to remember the four fallen officers that have been killed in the line of duty. I was still hurting from yesterday (from the chafing and just sore muscles), plus I started developing some sinus and congestion issues, so I almost skipped.. I started making excuses - I just ran 11.7 miles yesterday, I'm sick, I already paid my registration fee to this great cause, I didn't need to be there.. Well, I am so glad that I got my butt out of bed and went. 

First, it was the perfect fall running day today. I was actually a little overdressed, but managed to make it through. However, above all, this was just an amazing, humbling experience. When Sean and I were standing and chatting together, former Governor John Lynch came right up next to us - which was pretty cool. He was chatting with somebody who looked important, and I didn't realize that he was actually the Mayor of Manchester - also pretty cool. But that wasn't even the coolest part of the race.

At the starting line were two fire trucks with a gigantic American flag on display. There was somebody who was running in a very patriotic get up - American flag shorts and all!. The former governor and mayor said a few words and we were off! Shortly after we started running, I heard singing. There was a group of officers that were running in formation and singing throughout the entire race. For some reason, I just got very emotional and it made me tear up. I was determined to fight my hardest for this 5k and these fallen officers. I looked up my previous personal best 5k time - which was 37:57 in September of 2012. I really wanted to beat it. 

I thought that I was on track to beat it, but apparently lost some time along the way. I ended up finishing in 38:14. While I didn't PR, I was still happy with the time since I was coming off such a long run yesterday (as well as fighting a cold!). My Nike+ running app said that I actually did 3.21 miles - which might be possible. Although the course is certified, depending on factors such as weaving around people and cutting corners wider than  measured, I might have actually done 3.21 miles, which would have meant a PR, even though I can't count it. There are two things that I was upset about. As I was coming into the finish, an officer waived a car across in front of me. I was so close to the intersection at the point the car came across that I had to stop and wait for a few seconds before I could start up again. I'm also bummed that I didn't wear my GPS watch. I haven't been wearing it lately, because I've been wanting to focus on how I feel during a run instead of focusing on (obsessing over) my pace. However, I wish I wore it for this race. I feel like had I known I was so close to PR that I would have been able to push a little harder to beat my time. 

Now that I've whined about these two things, I'm dropping it. This is my fastest 5k time all year. It is also one of two of the races that I completed this year without taking a walk break. So, while I wish I would have PRd this time, I am happy with my accomplishment!

 

"Know why he could do it? Because no one ever told him he couldn't....

... No one ever told him he oughta be off dying somewhere in an old age home. You live up to your own expectations, man." - Born to Run.

On Saturday, during my long run, I finished "Born to Run". My friend, Dave lent it to me a long time ago, and I finally started reading it. I also downloaded an audio copy so that I could listen to it on my long runs while I was running by myself - I thought that it would be a distraction. I knew that once I could actually get around to reading this book that I would undoubtedly like it, but I never realized how much it would resonate with me. The quote from above is found in chapter 7. It was about a 95 year old man who went hiking into the Barrancas, in the Tarahumara mountains. I came across this part in the book a few weeks ago on my long run of 7 miles and it has stuck with me ever since. 

For the past few months, I have had the desire to run a marathon this year. I turned 26 in July, and thought it would be perfect - 26.2 in my 26th year. However, most everybody has had an opinion about why I should NOT do this. Even my husband, who believes that I should work on my times with the half marathon first, and then progress with longer distances if I want to. (Though I can't be really upset with him for this opinion - because he is the one waiting a very long time for me to finish). I know that I am responsible for my own thoughts and actions, but these expressed hesitations cause me to doubt myself - maybe they are right.. maybe I should work on my pace to at least get to a 10 minute mile.. maybe I should get to my goal weight first and THEN try to train for a marathon (my pace should naturally improve then, right?).. maybe I should do a few more half marathons before I try doing this. That seems reasonable... right? 

Wrong. What if I never get faster? What if I never reach my goal weight? What if I spend all this time waiting to do something that I want to do and can't because I die, or get injured to the point where I cannot even walk. What if I spend so long waiting for the perfect time to live my life, that I never actually get to accomplish something that I badly want to accomplish. So, I am going to do it.. I am going to train and run a marathon. Now I just need to find one - I'm thinking about towards the end of May. This way I have plenty of time to train for it safely, without it being insanely humid (I shall hope). 

26.2 miles.. whoa that is scary.. But 9.45 miles this past weekend was scary. I keep surprising myself each week that I am able to do these long training runs. Even though I completed a half last year, this is the longest run without walking breaks that I have ever done. We have 11.65 on the plate this Saturday and I'm not going to lie - I'm a little nervous, but I know that I can do it. I also know that I can do 26.2. I couldn't go out and run it this very minute, but I know that I can do it in May.

Take THAT Mind!

Did I seriously just run up Reservoir?! I totally did!! 

Tonight I had a group run. Our route tonight was 5.4 miles and incorporated a small part of the half marathon course. Tonight's run was tough physically. My calves were really tight, and my shins were hurting, which  made it tough - Apparently I need more potassium. Anyways, I was really tempted to just stop and walk, turn back or whatever. I kept thinking that it was like a couple of weeks ago, when I ran a couple days after hiking. But every time I actually considered stopping, I knew that it wasn't really pain pain, just tightness and some soreness.. so I pushed through. 

I really wanted to run up Reservoir rd tonight. I cannot tell you how many times Reservoir has been part of my route, and I have not once ran up it. It is a pretty long hill, but not terribly steep. It never fails, every time I turn the corner and start to go up the hill, I ALWAYS end up walking it. Tonight, was different. I was determined to make it up to the top of the hill and I did :) The funny thing is, that after I turned off reservoir, I realized that hill is not actually all that bad. I'm pretty positive I could have run it before. I think I had it in my head that I could not do it, and convinced myself of that each time I knew that I had to run that road as part of the route. After Reservoir, it was pretty flat on Mammoth and Hanover. I seriously LOVE running down Hanover. It's the half marathon course finish and it is  mostly down hill and just the perfect end to a race and any route really.

My pace has definitely not been the greatest, but I feel like I really have turned a corner with my running. I'm starting to believe that I can make it through the hard times - hills and all. I'm very proud that I have been really good lately about running until I'm done, and not when it gets "hard". I also think that I'm getting better about knowing when I'm in pain versus when I'm just tired or sore. After not being able to run for a few months last year with the stress fracture, I became very conservative with running - stopping every time I felt the hint of discomfort. I definitely have my little buddy Hayden to thank for the perspective, and all of my running friends - especially the ones that helped me conquer Harrison hill! ha!

Thankful to Harrison Hill

I did it!! Today, I ran 8.28 miles non stop! It was the first 6 miles of the Manchester Half Marathon course and then 2 miles off course to make it back. I did not need to stop to walk once! 

Last Tuesday, during the training group, we had a lower mileage day and instead did hill repeats. We ran about 1.65 miles to the hill, ran up and down the hill three times, and then headed back. This hill is both very long and incredibly steep. The first two times that I went up, I ended up needing to start walking about 3/4 of the way to the top. Even with walking, the last part of the hill was so steep that I was taking 3 steps to take me the distance that I normally take in one. The last trip up the hill, I had decided that I really wanted to make it the whole time running. And I did it!! I was so excited when I made it up to the top without stopping to walk - it felt like a huge accomplishment. 

My fabulous running coach really put it into perspective for me when we were talking about my struggle with hills.. None of the hills that we need to run are that bad. "Just keep telling yourself that it's not as bad as Harrison" - she said. Let me tell you, that definitely worked. When I got to each hill today, I just kept going and thinking about how the hill wasn't really that bad. It also helped that I've been listening to "Born to Run" on my iPhone while I've been running. My good friend, Dave, lent it to me a long time ago - longer than I'm embarrassed to admit because I feel bad I've kept it so long! I've been reading the book, but downloaded an audio form so that I could listen to on my long runs if I'm running alone. It has been a tremendous help - especially listening to that book while I'm actually running.. I love it! I'm almost done reading it and I will be sad for it to go.. I might just have to buy my own copy. 

The past few runs, I have left my Garmin at home. I wanted to focus less on pace and more on how my body feels, especially for these longer runs. I've still been keeping track of my pace via the Nike plus running app, but since that sits in my fuel belt, I only hear my pace every mile, and would be okay if it didn't even do that. I have found that my pace has definitely been getting slower, but my runs have felt great! I really want to get a little faster though, especially for race day, but my ultimate goal is to finish without walking.. I think I'm right on track for that.. I mean.. I ran 8.28 miles today non stop! This is my longest run without a walking break yet - and I felt great.. I felt like I could have done more! 

After the run, I met up with my mom & dad, my niece Eva and took Sully to walk a 3 mile Alzheimer's walk. My niece is only 4 years old and walked the entire thing. I'm so proud of her! There were a few times that she whined and wanted to be carried, but we talked her through it. She was really happy when we finished. She got to go in the bounce house and then we went for lunch and ice cream. 

I'm so excited for a relaxing evening tonight. I'm going to my friend, Savannah's, and we are having a good old fashioned slumber party. SO psyched! I haven't had a slumber party since who knows when.. Probably high school, when I slept over her house last. I think it will be a lot of fun!