One week to go

I've been down this road before, it's never any easier. Every quirky sensation is magnified 100 times. I can't tell if I'm getting a horrible head cold...or if my throat is just a touch dry, or maybe that twinge in my knee really is something going wrong.

All I want to see is just a regular plain old week, no different than that last 50. All I want to do is to get up, kill the alarm clock, slog my way through another 5-10 miles (even less this week), shower, drive my kids to school and head to work.

All I can do is go one day at a time, and watch my step.

Boston Marathon. What a long strange trip it's been.