Blues Marathon hard, but worth the huge effort
IN THE WEE morning hours of Saturday, January 11, I sent my friend Anna the following text message:
“I’M SO AMPED UP I’M GONNA POP.”
I had just found a parking spot on Pearl Street downtown; it was around 6:20 a.m.; and Anna and I were about to run 13.11 miles for the first time in our lives. A supportive text from a friend the night before might have added to my excitement.