Night Before the Race: Boilermaker 15K
I headed upstate to Albany on Friday afternoon, and was pleasantly surprised to find that the two hour bus ride was actually not terrible for my neck – as long as I stayed off the computer, that is. I spent most of the ride calling Dallas doctors and trying to find one who could fit me in early the next week, to no avail. (As I write this on Wednesday, I’m now so used to how impossible it is to get in with a doctor here in Dallas that it seems obvious, but at the time, I was shocked and …