I think November is open, if you're free

In the past 42 days, I
ran--without stopping--my first official 5K race;
completed--without drowning--my first dragon boat race;
crowned myself Warrior Dash champion of the world;
enjoyed three concerts in seven days, nearly dying from hail wounds during one of them;
ran/walk roughly 827 miles, give or take a marathon, during Relay For Life;
and helped stuff books into 50,000 backpacks.

In the past 42 days, I've learned
a little determination and an immense fear of embarrassing yourself will help you finish pretty much anything;
when you work to the best of your ability and remain true to yourself, you inadvertently become the standard by which people measure awesomeness;
sometimes you just need to relax and let the mud go where the mud wants to go,
nothing soothes the soul like great music with amazing friends;
your family will always hold your hand and walk the mile beside you;
the greatest satisfaction in life comes when your son puts his hand on yours and says, "You're a good leader".

I'm neurotic today because...
...these old bones survived with flying colors the past month and a half...except for the front of my elbow, which mysteriously became immobile yesterday.