After a couple prolonged tantrums--both from a loving two year old and his mother--I begged baby's daddy to come home from school an hour early yesterday so that I could run. And he did. And I did. And what a difference a run can make. My energy increased and I felt more peace than I had hours earlier. I ran for 36 of my intended 45 minutes, stopping early because I saw a friend and her children and wanted to walk home with them.

Tomorrow I will go to Madison and hope to see the route of the race. I'm packing my shoes. And short shorts.

t.