I was going to do a 20-mile training run, but at 13.5 miles I semi-tweaked my back and have NO interest in throwing my back out before the Atlanta Marathon. About an hour after this happened, my blog-friend TC posted about her husband calling mid-way through a marathon he is running today, right now, worried that he wouldn’t make it.
The thing is, the dude already MADE it, because he’s trying. He just inspired me to go to Atlanta no matter what. No matter what.
Love to all. Even you, whoever was driving the fast-moving Suburban.