“Everybody wondered where you were,” my husband mused as he moved around the kitchen. Taking laps from the stove to the refrigerator and then to the sink. It was nearly the lunch hour on a recent Saturday, and I had just walked in the door.

It took me a moment to register what he was getting at. I hadn’t eaten yet, and the sizzle of bacon was a welcome but distracting sound. As my stomach growled and saliva rushed to my mouth, I remembered that our normal weekend routine had been altered by divergent plans.

“Really?” I replied quizzically, scanning my memory for the identities of whom “everyone” might encompass. My husband had joined the walking contingent of the Saturday morning running club, so I just started naming names.

“I don’t know. Everybody. …

“I mentioned you were doing the Hudson Mile, but they just wondered why.........

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