Saturday, February 18, 2017

Dropping Puck

On May 1, 2016 the triumvirate of Brooke, Gidg, and Yours truly all competed in the New Jersey Marathon and Half-Marathon, with Gidg proving to be twice as smart as Brooke and me by competing in the Half-Marathon.  As the three of us idled at Monmouth Park early on that unseasonably cold Sunday morning - joined by several thousand other runners who we had invited to join us - it started to rain.  By the time we had reached the six-mile mark it began to pour.  Other than one brief "pinch me because I must be hallucinating" moment in Asbury Park when the rain changed over to hail, it rained for the entirety of the event.  One other thing - it never warmed up past the upper 40's.  Whatever happiness is, it most certainly is not the point of intersection between pneumonia and hypothermia. 

This morning, Brooke, Gidg, and Yours truly - joined by an impressive group of our running brothers and sisters, shall participate in the Manasquan Mid-Winter Beach Run, which annually raises funds for the good folks who volunteer their time and their expertise on the Manasquan First Aid Squad. On this - the third Saturday of February - at gun time, which is 11:00 AM - the temperature is expected to be in the mid-to-upper 50's.  The sky?  Not a smidge of precipitation in the forecast.  Not even a teensy, weensy smidge.  

Ol' Puck can have his midsummer night's dream.  I shall take this mid-winter morning's gift over it any time.


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