Scratch One Off The Bucket List, Or, Does Anybody Have Any Advil?

I am happy to tell you that I was among the fortunate few (30,000 or so) who finished Sunday's Chicago Marathon. No, I did not win. And through no fault of my own, I did not finish last. It's been a nine-month process, but I finally reached my goal. If I have inspired you to run a marathon, please seek professional help.
My reward is feeling of accomplishment, a shiny medal on a pretty ribbon, an aching back and two new black toe nails. Also, I now move with the vigor and agility of a 107-year-old man.
I will file a more thorough and self-congratulatory report on Sunday's events later. First I need to work out this cramp in my writing hand.
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