Birdy's bastard backyard
Alice: “How long is forever?” White Rabbit: “Sometimes, just one second.” - Lewis Carroll; Alice in Wonderland It's sometime after 2am. I'm in what I have not-so lovingly christened "the rabbit warren", I'm cold, and I'm unhappy. I hate this section of the course the most. The rest of the course I can deal with, but this part really gets my goat. I don't know why. But at this point right now I just want to get warm. I'm starting to lose the feeling in my fingers and really wish I had spent more time searching for a pair of gloves in the city before the drive out. I start walking with my hands in my pockets, and when I do break out in to a slow run and have to take the hands out no amount of flexing and blowing on them helps. I can see lights flicker in and out, but I'm not sure if they're headlamps from the other runners in front on the switchback or the reflective course marking tape. All I can do is keep moving and know that it would all b...