So, the Revolutionary Run 5-miler didn’t kill me. And after kicking ass on the hills, I feel stronger.
My sign was still up at the Washington Memorial Chapel this morning. After Sheryl met me and ran in the last mile, we walked back to the car here and took this picture. Those of you who had different takes on the operative word “miss” were right. My demise wasn’t today.
Here’s a picture of me looking surprised that Sheryl was standing there along the road waiting to cheer me on. It’s the only smile I managed on the course. (Not quite.)
