Happy Valentine's Day To Me

After the race in Phoenix, I was trying to explain the concept of Marathon Head to my friend Erica. Marathon Head is the stupor of fumbling confusion that happens to runners after an endurance event. It's not being physically tired; it's being completely out of glycogen. As we were leaving the parking lot I warned her to be careful, since most of the drivers were a bit impaired.

If she needed a demonstration of Marathon Head, I gave her one (or three) and I'd only done the Half Marathon:

• On the way home from the race to her house, I lost my sunglasses in her car. I had them on my head and then I couldn't find them.
• When we left for the airport, I forgot my cell phone. We drove back to her house and I got it.
• When I got home to San Diego, I realized that I'd forgotten my Ipod...somewhere in the Phoenix area.
  

On Saturday I came home to find a box on my front porch. Erica had recovered both my sunglasses and Ipod and sent them home to me. (Thank you!!!) They were sweetly packaged in bright, happy Valentine's Day paper. Doesn't it look like a present?