Running Boston on a cold Patriot's Day, past the lovelies at Wellsley College in 1974, or was that 1874, memory's fading, I might have agreed with you, except for their cheers fueling the climb at Heartbreak Hill.
I will be there on my 100th birthday. After a run, lightly clad--I insist--across the Yorkshire moors in the middle of winter. hopefully joining you on the review stand:
I may find that you are right, your serious doubts have merit.
Should it snow during the run, however, and I see the ghost of my Cathy, I trust you'll report back to DBIS that I'll not be seeing my 101st birthday.
