You know, I took about 11 years off from running, found a magical chiropractor who cured me of my blues, and miraculously, the joy of the sport came back.
It's amazing what happens when you run, just because. Just for fun.
I owe mass props to my cousin, Brandon, who took the jogging stroller from me on the first hill and wouldn't let me take it back. Nice guy, that one. (Greg is currently on the bathroom floor with a stomach bug.)
I thought about sleeping in my medal tonight, but I think it looks better on Will. His cheers, after all, kept me going.
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