Bright Lights, Big City
It arrived yesterday in my email. I held my breath and scrolled down the page. Would I be stepping up my training and leaving on a jet plane in early November? Nope. Not this year at least.
On a big whim a few months ago, I entered the giganto lottery for the NYC Marathon. If Lance could do it, so could I. Of course, he had a support crew made up entirely of elite runners, but I have Scott and A., right?
I'm not too terribly disappointed this isn't my New York year. It's one of my Oh My Goodness running goals, I'm sure I'll get there someday.