The thing about running is after.
After you finish a particularly hard run. Everything that’s been fucking you up. All the things that hurt and scare you. It all goes away. And stuff makes sense.
Because you’re so damn tired. Your brain, endorphinized. Your eyeballs, peaked and clear. And you’re drinking beer at 9:30 in the morning with 100 other people.
What could be wrong?
 As far as race results go: I came in 61st out of 70 in my age-group. And I couldn’t be happier about it.