Do you know why I’m betophatted and bekneepadded at our five-hour Hello, Dolly! rehearsal?

I’ll tell you why I’m betophatted and bekneepadded at our five-hour Hello, Dolly! rehearsal: Hello, Dolly! the musical is totally proper and elegant and shit, but Hello, Dolly! the choreography is a FULL-CONTACT SPORT.

We’re all stocked up for our last weekend of Elf!

This haul should at least get us through tonight’s intermission:

Elf the Musical opening night!

This is the nicest my dressing-room station will look for the next five weeks:

Lime Cucumber Gatorade. NO.

They’re back: the days of bringing my script to the office so I can magically absorb my lines as I work.

Also: Wild Cherry Pepsi. It’s not not for breakfast.

This Mickey shirt has been the Virgil to my Dante on three Disney half marathons and more long training runs than I can count

And today is our longest run before the NewBo half in two weeks. I have one Gu for each four miles, so that adds up to lordhelpustwelve miles on yet another morning of perfect running weather.

M-I-C ...

The secret to looking fit and trim at work is ... um ...

Oh, what the hell are you asking ME for? My desk is a dumping ground for insulin cataclysmia and regret.

11 miles! I have my badass face on BECAUSE I’M A BADASS so LET’S DO THIS!