I’ve known running the marathon in New Orleans was out of the question for a week, but today, right now, I’m officially bowing out.  It’s taken me some time to process, and jeeze, I’ve been beating a dead horse with the melodramatic posts and the incessant crying (count your blessings if you’re not in my textual rotation).  But I’m ready to admit it to myself.    I will not be running.  There will be no miracle.  So Jose, I bequeath to you my race bib.  And even my shirt.  I bet you look great in a women’s medium.  Hopefully it’s a v-neck. 

I’ve known running the marathon in New Orleans was out of the question for a week, but today, right now, I’m officially bowing out.  It’s taken me some time to process, and jeeze, I’ve been beating a dead horse with the melodramatic posts and the incessant crying (count your blessings if you’re not in my textual rotation).  But I’m ready to admit it to myself.   

I will not be running.  There will be no miracle. 

So Jose, I bequeath to you my race bib.  And even my shirt.  I bet you look great in a women’s medium.  Hopefully it’s a v-neck.