We woke up Saturday morning in the early morning darkness, dressed, and left without saying more than a few words to each other. Some annoying Cinderella song was playing on the iPod as we got out of the car to pick up our race packets, and I recall commenting on how thrilling it would be to have that circling my brain throughout the race.

We found our bib numbers, race chips, shirts, and headed back to the car. The sun was beginning to come up. I suggested that we not run, go to breakfast and enjoy the day instead. After giving the idea .002 seconds of thought, Todd agreed.

We took back our race chips, got into the car, started the Cinderella song over, and went to Café Brazil.

It was a wonderful day.