An homage to the love and tolerance of my sweetie, who has put up with my running obsession for
a good part of her
life. I sure hope the sweaty hugs I gave her didn't cause any post-traumatic
stress. If they did, she has kept it a secret. At some point along this journey of running, I started insisting
she stay home or in the hotel room, as I would rather have her kicking back than chasing me around a race course.
I think she enjoyed seeing me finish a few times, but it must have gotten boring. It always looks the same—me running.
Sort of like showing more than a few photos of me running at a party. "There's me running. There's me running again.
There's me..." (related comic)