I have found that any mileage over 13, equates in me thinking crazy thoughts, laughing hysterically at myself, and then trying to share the hilarity with friends and family. Needless to say, they don't find the same event/observation/experience as funny as I do. I might get a polite chuckle, but the look in their eyes, the tone of their voice.... This week was a "rest" week in my Pittsburgh marathon training. (I'm doing my best as so not to re-live last year's whoopin'!!) I had on my schedule for a 17 mile run. The morning was beautiful and included cool weather, sunny skies, and very little traffic. The run was effortless and uneventful. With a pace of 9:11, the miles just ticked by. Everything was good until I was about 1.5 miles from home. When I quickly glanced at my feet to check my footing and road conditions that's when I saw it. A mini, chocolate glazed donut. Just laying there. Not a bite missing, not a speck of dirt on it. After 15.5 miles you would think I would want to eat it. Oddly, I didn't want to. Here's where the crazy thoughts started.....I thought the donut would be sad. It was abandoned. What a perfect country and western song. I spent the rest of the weekend telling anyone who would listen about this poor donut. All I got was "the look". I still think it's funny!