We've been together now for over four (sometimes rocky) years. But you've always been there for me, especially last weekend when all I wanted to do was stop and you just wouldn't let me, teasing me with your crazy marathon course and making me leave my beloved park before going back to cross that finish line. Yup, you sure can be difficult sometimes, but I love you all the same.
This week, though, I'm leaving you. I'm leaving you for nine full days, jetting across the pond to spend four days in London and five in Zurich before coming back and leaving you all over again when Thanksgiving comes around. (Sorry I'm not sorry -- I love traveling almost as much as I love homemade apple pie.)
I promise I'll get some runs in while I'm gone, but I can't promise they will ever measure up to the awesomeness of Nov. 6, 2011. I'm really just not comfortable admitting that that could even be a possibility, so for now we'll just say that nothing can ever compare to that day, that race. I think my smile and crazed look really prove that: