Remind me again why I'm doing this......
I'm calling it an "event" rather than a "race"....at my pace there'll be no "racing" in it.
I'd forgotten the mayhem of packet pick-up before a thousand-plus entrant race. I'd forgotten how my brain turns to jello - HOT jello - and slithers down my innards to puddle quivering in my toes. O gawd....what HAVE I done? It didn't help that the well-toned, very calm and confident lady in front of me turned out to be IN MY AGE BRACKET. (Insert expletive of choice HERE) O well...I'm just here for the experience, right?
Somebody stand me up tomorrow...the race number goes on the front of my shirt...and give me a push when the gun goes off. O...and look around and see if you can find the old Mary Ann....maybe she'll run with me.