Sun
Sep
27
The beauty of running a small race is also its extra challenge. Long stretches without the boost of cheering crowds or even other runners humbles me and forces me to find inspiration in unlikely sources. This homemade sign (“Hot Diggity Dawg!”) announced the final turn at mile 26 and gave Kate and me serious chuckles before the eight o’clock start. Trust that “Hot Diggity Dawg!” was not on my mind as I rounded that curve almost four hours later. I have, while running, coined expletive phrases that would make a sailor cover his ears and beg the Virgin’s forgiveness.
Also note that beautiful blue sky over Amagansett! Hot diggity dawg, indeed.
