Now that I’m home from the Umstead Trail Marathon and considerably cleaner than when I walked in, I want to jot down a few of the joys of the day. This may not be coherent; while I feel fine, my brain is a little fuzzy, and I had trouble figuring out how to exit the park.
Many of the joys were expected: connecting with old friends and making new ones; enjoying a beautiful day in a beautiful place; running a negative split; even making the best-case time I’d set for myself. But the unexpected ones were even greater. Here are a few, in ascending level of unexpectedness.
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