Right now, I am a non-marathoner.
The next time I write, I will be, fingers crossed, a marathoner. And perhaps I'll better understand the quote at the top of this page.
Amazing what a little time can do! So right now, I haven't run since Sunday. I'm still fighting off this cold. I'm exhausted from work and shootings and lockdowns. I'm befuddled that my cell phone autocorrects TO lockdown. Sad world. Either way, I'm going to a Ranger game tonight with my dad, and I'm dealing with packing tomorrow since I took off. Yes, that's right, I took a day OFF of work. True story.
Man, I'm totally stoked to go down to Charleston and wreak havoc, but for some reason, right this instant, all I can picture is the Parker House Raw Bar, everyone sandy and in flip flops. Beach hair, lobster, and Landshark bottles. Music pumping, everyone smiling, pure peace in the chaos. Beach town, no worries.
And that's where my happiness is hiding. Next to a white plastic chair, under a cheap hunter green napkin, along a railing overlooking gravel.
There are many things I will probably end up visualizing during this crazy marathon on Saturday, but right now, that's my happy spot. So throw me some fairy dust, Tink, and let me fly!
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