The start is hours away
I remember this. I had such high hopes for this year's Marathon. I always have high hopes until the end of the first day.
It's a wonderful Sunday morning. I'm sitting in the bucks of stars, enjoying my Kindle and my computer and the sun shining, visible only in my peripheral. I feel like a new person. I need more days like this pre-Spring day where the possibilities seem endless and the pains distant. I know it's the caffeine talking but I do feel wonderful.
