The Dark Side of the Moon

So I should have been running in the Park City half marathon. It was going to be awesome because the medal sounded really cool. Handmade glass! Seems a lot of other people thought is sounded cool to 'cause it was all the sudden full. I finally found a night run that would fulfill my monthly requirement and promised to be interesting. Promises, promises. I can now see it was doomed from the start. I started out of sorts because I had just had my 4th miscarriage in a row and really should have been home crying but I had to get the race done. I had planned on getting some glow bracelets but as I tried to push the grief down I got some grand notions. Glow bracelets were not enough. I needed a glow ring and glow earrings and battery operated tiny Christmas lights and then, then the pies de resistance. Matt's moon costume from 2 years ago. Something at the store stopped me from getting the glow in the dark paint. Where was that something when I decided to put on a costume that is hardly recognizable as a moon and go run in a race that. It rained, 1 person got my costume, and I spent the whole race feeling like I was outside of the 'IT' cliche in high school. It was the beginning of the end of my enjoyment of what I was doing this year.