It was pitch black at 5:20 a.m. when I boarded the bus for Pudre Canyon on May 6th. The day had come for the Ft. Collins mini-marathon.
I plunked down the registration fee and told lots of people about my upcoming race - just to make sure I got running again. Now the day had come. Had I prepared enough? Would I need to be resuscitated somewhere along the 15 mile race course?
I was encouraged to cross the finish line - and I felt great!
When's the next one?
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