It is 9:50 PM. Tomorrow morning, Ann and I leave for San Diego. We'll pick up my sister when we arrive and head to our cabin. I'll run about 20 mns on the trails of the 100 to loosen up and test how my foot feels.
I'm trained up.
The drop bags are packed.
My toe is healing.
And so it goes: My dream of nearly 3 years.
The journey is the destination.