Well, Jen and I had trained for awhile to run this modest 10k race in a park in Seoul that is more concrete than grass. I had run about 35-45k a week just to ensure that my lungs wouldn’t collapse. We were all ready and invigorated and we set out for the race and it promptly began to rain. Cold, cold rain. I decided at the last minute not to run (but that didn’t stop me from posing with my little number on). Jen decided to run. I thought she was cuckoo but she is determined.
Long story short, she places seventh. I stand there and cheer her on, vowing never to wake up early on a weekend again.