You know that country song by Travis Tritt, "Well, it's a long way to Richmond / Rollin' north on 95 / With a redhead ridin' shotgun / And a pistol by my side"? I always think of that when I'm driving on I-95, as I was last night to pick up my race number for the Richmond marathon. Of course, I was driving south, not north, and I didn't have a redhead or a pistol. But I'll tell you, it sure felt like a long, long way.
When I made it to the parking lot for the marathon expo, it was dark and raining, which always makes me feel lonely, and it was cold when I got out of the car and I thought I'd never find the way into the sports center, since I passed about four signs with arrows supposedly directing me to the expo entrance ...
And then, you know what? I was handed my race number by a teenage boy wearing a lime green earring. For some reason, that just made it all OK. :)
What a lovely detail. You are an optimist to find comfort in the boy and his earring.
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