Way back in ... last weekend, I ran a marathon. And this gentleman to the right--I guess his name is Clark--passed me at Mile 21 with his red cape flapping in the wind. Yes, he wore a cape. Although, it was the fig-leaf of capes, but a cape nonetheless.
I haven't run but a mile and a half since Saturday, and that mile and a half was tough like burnt steak. I hope to get back to the trails this weekend. Good luck to all the Chicago Marathoners (especially my friend AH who is trying to qualify for Boston) and to Martini who is running the Towpath Marathon this weekend.