I woke up before the alarm.

The numbers – 5:58 – came into focus as my eyelids reluctantly parted.

No time for the snooze bar.

I had more than one job on this Saturday morning – Race Day, as our run club directors had referred to it since January, when the planning began in earnest – and each of them would require a degree of precision timing and the strength of muscle groups my body is not used to exerting.

This was going to be a big one: There would be a record number of participants and spectators, but also a handful of changes that would throw a new learning curve toward even the most veteran of our volunteers.

I would fold T-Shirts and unfold boxes. I would make pickups and deliveries of various things.

I would schlep water and fetch........

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