I'm headed to the Bronx to my running club's cheer zone spot. I woke up this morning at 4:45, saw the club bus I arranged for our runners off, went home to sleep a little longer, and between all that and the zone change I have no fucking idea when it is. But wooooooo marathon day!!!!
Jeez I might even beat Bill there and he DID ride the bus in. Going home for more sleep was the correct decision.
I'm glad you posted about this lol it gave context to the constant ghostly cheering on the wind that I woke up to
onedumbjoke: LMAO glad to help!
At that point in the race where we're seeing so many faces of suffering