Miles 1-2: Artfully and carefully dodging ankle-deep ice puddles, while trying not to fall on icy sidewalks
Miles 3-5: Half-assedly dodging ankle-deep ice puddles, attempting to maintain pace, catching little bits of puddle and cursing a little about them. Feet damp and cold.
Miles 6-7: Angy with the ankle-deep ice puddles; stomping through them while loudly cursing at them. Drenched.
Miles 8-11: Beat down by the ankle-deep ice puddles. Completely and totally soaked. Running through them without changing any expression on my face and loudly yelling "THANK YOU SIR, MAY I HAVE ANOTHER"
Miles 12-15: Quietly whimpering at my soaked, cold, heavy feet. Admitting complete defeat to the ankle-deep ice puddles. Promising myself this will be my last spring marathon, and if I can just make it home, I'll tell Noah that we have to move.****
9 weeks from today.
****I am neither moving, nor quitting marathons
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