Two Roads

Okay, so this isn't a running blog, but I must report that I ran my fourth marathon on Saturday. Twenty-mile-per-hour winds were a definite factor as was the reality that I would be running the distance by myself (oh, and 1499 other runners) due to my running buddy's having begged off four weeks previously. At the starting gun, I choked back tears: the last thing I was looking to do was run for nearly five hours in my Polartec mittens. (It was 37 degrees.) Instead I desperately wanted to return to our suite at the hotel and drink coffee and watch HGTV. But alas, there was a 26.2-mile job to be done. Two roads diverged in the Huntsville dawn. I took the one traveled by crazy people. And that has made all the difference.