Princess Cancer Pants
• Return to kicking my own ass by 2018
She was not strong. She was valiant. Radiant. Brave and broken. The beauty she discovered in the aftermath was unparalleled to anything she had known before, because it had come at such a cost.
I have to say, I was such a bundle of nerves in the last moments before the race that I don't remember many conversations I had. Did I talk to you about pace? That's one I remember! If I did, you were talking about going out at 7:00 pace, and the trick was to be patient. Patience would have been a good thing to keep in mind right around 10. Oops.
I do hope to get back next year and look forward to meeting you again then!