RUNNING WITH THE DEVIL
It was 6 am. The sun was rising, somewhere, but not here.
The rain was coming down hard. The cold, damp weather made my ribs ache. I was still nursing a broken rib. (I accidentally broke it 8 weeks ago.) The plastic poncho I was wearing kept me dry but it was useless against the brutal, cold wind. I was dressed to race, not stand around in a rainstorm.
I was one of thousands of runners huddled together, on the wet streets of Brooklyn, trying our best to stay warm and limber before the race. It was a difficult task. Still, rain or shine, we were ready to race. Obstacles and challenges only enhance the racing experience.