I had a pretty full, fun weekend, and I was ready to write a race report about my first ever race win. Then I looked at Facebook and saw that one of my Facebook friends died at the finish of the Philly Marathon. I didn’t know him personally, but I think we had exchanged messages a few times as we were once part of the same triathlon group. But I know he affected a great many people in a very positive way. I’m saddened by the loss. I’m sad for his wife and kids and other relatives and friends. It reminds me a great deal of Wouter Weylandt’s death, only much much closer to home: CG wasn’t a professional athlete, but he was an endurance athlete, a man with a family, a job, and a passion. Events like this… I don’t know what to say. It sucks.
So what would have been a fun post to write about my first win… I’ll save it for tomorrow. It doesn’t feel right to put it here.