The middle of nowhere

“Sometimes you find yourself in the middle of nowhere…”

Isn’t that the truth?

Like how I found myself looking at a sign that read that, somewhere in Cape Cod, at 1:30am in the morning, two Saturday’s ago.

It’s been a  little over a  week now since I ran my first Ragnar relay race. A 200-mile run, split up between 12 people. One person from your team is always running and there is no stopping until you reach the finish line. In our case, we started at 11am on Friday morning and finished around 3pm Saturday afternoon. This involved little sleep and a pretty non-stop, go-go-go attitude.

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