“Excuse me? Hello? Where’s the starting line?” I asked anxiously. A gentleman who was working on putting up the starting line walked halfway in my direction and yelled as if he wanted to be heard without having to take any more steps than necessary to answer my question replied, “right here. It’s here.” “Where’s everybody?” I asked “It doesn’t start ’till 8:30 AM,” he responded as if asking to himself “why the hell are you here so early?”
Me anxious about the run? No, I just wanted to make sure I was in the right place.
I’ve been to long runs before. Most make a huge party a day or 2 when picking up your packet yet this one had a feeling of a Ma’ and Pa’ type of run, only it wasn’t. It was actually a Boston Qualifying event!
Me? Qualifying? NO! I’m just reclaiming my health by helping my body remember the glory years.
Aztk Prncss by Shiloh Hunter
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