It was a shoulder to the wheel kind of day.
Something happened overnight and the dial on the humidity meter got cranked up a few notches. In fact, as night gave way to morning, the humidity hit 100% because it started to rain. Just as the sun was rising, the rains came with a chilly breeze on top. The wind was always in my face, pelting the drizzle into me and soaking my to the core. But I kept going. I didn’t want to; I wanted to curl up under some covers, read my Twin Peaks The Final Dossier, and just ignore the world around me.
And then just as quickly as it had come, the rain stopped. The sun broke through the clouds which melted into a blue sky… but never a rainbow did I see (*)…
I didn’t feel great; my stomach did somersaults and churned with each step in the back half of the race. My Boston Qualifying time evaporated with the disappearing puddles. But if Mom could soldier on through some knee pain, I decided I could make it to the finish.
And so I did. I made it to the finish. A little worse for wear, a little photographically challenged as my drenched iPhone refused to recognize my swipes or taps to open up the camera app, but I did finish.
And at the finish, one of the main reasons I run this race year after year was waiting. At the finish, there were the deep fat fried dough rolled in sugar. There were malasadas!
If there were a Disney soundtrack that I could play here it would be a variation on the Cinderella “Work Song.”
Malasada, Malasada
Night and day it’s Malasada
Eat the dough, nosh the pastry
Have another, malasada!
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Photos From the Day:
(*) Note: I DID finally see a rainbow… at the finish line water misting station! 
