Butterflies and Jam

I have a 4-miler this morning.  
It’s a race, sponsored by New York Road Runners.  
It’s at Central Park.
The course is the 4-mile loop, starting and ending on the 102nd Street transverse.
It’s 30 degrees outside, mostly sunny.
For some reason, I’m a little nervous.
I shouldn’t be.
It might be I haven’t signed up for a race since July.
It might be I’m more excited than usual.
I just finished eating a toasted peanut butter and strawberry jam sandwich on 12-grain bread.
The peanut butter was “Better ‘n Peanut Butter.”  That’s the brand name.
It has 85% less fat than regular peanut butter.
Except today, when I buttered the toast before smearing the PB and J.
Clothes, check.
Number, 1497, check.
(I registered on Sunday; I think not-quite-3000 total are running this one.)
Safety pins, check.
Virtually-indestructible-tag-with-my-number-on-it, check.
Electronic-shoe-chip-thingy-that-keeps-track-of-my-time, check.
Deep breaths.
Running mode.
Check.

Time to get dressed.

A little discussion.

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