February 6, bright and early Sunday morning! We woke up at 4:30am (groan), spent lots of time (me) on the couch rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, got ready, packed up all our running/camera gear and drove out to Pasadena.
Brent's a Wildcat too, by the way.
Prayers. People sent up prayers for me? I decided to be grateful to have devout friends sending up prayers for me. Every little bit would help.
Normally, I get bored after a while, during the stretch between 2 miles and 2-1/2. Or my feet start to hurt, or my right calf tightens up. Not that morning, though.