Requiem for a Race

Today, I was supposed to be back in sunny California. I was supposed to get up tomorrow at the ungodly hour of 3AM, pull on my blue spandex with matching star-adored baseball cap and take to on the Thor 10k with the running fiends and Marvel fanatics as Captain America. I couldn’t wait the heroic overtures of the marathon’s official Spotify playlist to keep me going until the finish line, where I would collect that shining Thor medal, a token of five months’ diligent training.

However, due to a myriad of circumstances, the biggest being it’s astronomically expensive to get back to California, I will not be there. And it bothers me that I won’t be there. I get a pit in my stomach every time I get an email whose subject reads “Review these Last Race Day Reminders” or the runDisney Instagram story refreshes with new glimpses into the race decor or the merch tent.

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