"Harrigan"

It's a fun spelling song! Like 'Bingo', but not! I feel very ambivalent towards this one, I sang it through quite a few times, and it inspired neither love nor hate, which says something all on its own. I even sang it at different times--morning and evening--no difference. Ah well.

Tomorrow morning at 6AM, Eastern, my husband will begin running the Cincinnati marathon. This will be his fourth marathon, his third time running this particular one. He's hoping to finish in under four hours.

I'm very disappointed that we can't be there with him this weekend, as we have in the past. My daughter's school was having its Mayfair today, and besides her disappointment if we dared to miss this event, I had commitments with my singing group there. It was a good day. But tomorrow morning my daughter and I will be thinking of him, and waiting to hear of his journey. Running this distance seems to be a mind-altering event akin to drug use, and it's very useful to have a familiar face around as one 'comes down' from the experience, we know it would actually make a difference to him to have us there.

While I was browsing through a running magazine today it was hard to not be aware of how hip it is to run marathons these days. I have no desire to do this, though I also have no doubt that I could do it. There is this belief in me that if I have seen someone else do it (someone 'ordinary', like myself), I can do it. Like walking on fire: it can be done.

I am concerned that my desire to be 'merely' Queen of the 10K will never be respected by the larger running crowd, but so be it. Meanwhile, I have quite a ways to work up from 'underservant of the 10K'.