So, that's what I did. I slept in on Saturday, started cooking a bushel of apples on the stove for applesauce and headed otu for a barefooted run. It was glorious. I gave it two big toes up for being just about the best weather ever.
Yesterday, I walked by a woman at the airport who was wearing a Chicago Marathon shirt and I could see the ribbon of her metal around her neck. I looked her straight in the eye and said, "Great Job." She thanked me.