Having successfully directed my first race, I can now say with confidence that practically everything does happen in the last two weeks. As a consequence, all of my free time, including that for exercising, went to the Celiac Awareness Race (so it was for a good cause). I finally squeezed out 30 minutes for a run today. Ahhhhhh.
The only thing that really marred the weekend for me was that I dropped a picnic table on my big toe, which has been turning some rather unlovely shades of blue, black and purple. It's my first black toe from a running event, and somehow I always thought it would be a marathon and not this. Oh well. It didn't hurt too bad for the run, but it sure does bleed everywhere. Maybe I'll stick to cycling and swimming.
Any bets on if it will fall off?
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