Sometimes when you run a race, all the variables seem to be against you–you don’t get any quality sleep the night before, the sky decides to have a temper tantrum and rain down sheets of cold rain from the moment you step onto the starting line, the inevitability of personal loss looms over your head …
Thanksgiving Point Half Marathon
(A few things to point out in this picture—I am not angry, just focused. And check out the oranges in my hand–I don’t trust the food at the aid stations, so I bring my own. P.S. This is at the start of the race. Hence the reason I’m dry.) Last Saturday dawned drizzly and …