Sunday I saw two people throw up, both before 11am. The first, witnessed just after 6am, looked to be a gal who had been up all night. The second, observed around 10:40am, sadly was about a block away from the marathon finish. I saw her stop and throw up three times, all in the course of about 20 seconds. Anyway, I ran the Portland Marathon on Sunday. The weather was pretty ideal, but I ran out of energy for, oh, the entire second half of the race, so that wasn’t much fun. My brother always volunteers at mile 12, and I yelled his name several times as I ran past him, but he just stared off into space. Action Hero Melissa was kind enough to show up at mile 22, and it was good to see her smiling face! I keep doing these things, so I guess I must get some sort of enjoyment out of them, but really, I sometimes wonder what I am thinking!
In other news, I am no longer involved with superbuzzy. I, well, there’s not much more I can say about it but to thank you all for your tremendous support. Maybe now I’ll have more time to blog!