Why couldn’t you help me, Zac Efron! You were my only hope!
I should say, I really needed Troy Bolton from High School Musical 3. Because today was a day that I simply could not get my head into the game. Thoughts were 3000 miles away on a work problem. Or 800 miles away worrying about some flight logistics. Or 450 miles away as I feared the great American experiment might be ending in a few days because of misogynistic, sexist, racist fascists. Wherever my head was today, it was rarely in Raleigh, North Carolina.
This was another repeat marathon for me, as I had run it way back in 2018… and at a much faster clip I’m sad to say. Somehow I had forgotten or blocked out the substantial hill that we got to run down around mile 9…. But on the way back had to run up again at mile 22.
There are moments when I question my reasons for running. There were more than a few of those moments today. It wasn’t a terrible run. I actually was doing really well for about 16 miles. But as all too often happens these days, the fall from those delusional heights of success is a doozy.
Not a lot of photos today as I was… elsewhere in mind and at times it felt body.
And the charcuterie on a stick as a finisher food item left me with visions of listeria and E. coli… so I opted AGAINST the skewered meats and cheeses sitting out in the sun for various hours and picked over by sweaty runners for who knows how long before I got there.
Sometimes I make great decisions. Even when I’m making poor ones in the same moment.
Pics from the road:
