Here I am after running the Brewster Brew Run with Leah's friend, Leah. Yes, two Leahs. One does not run unless late for a dinner reservation. I was a little nervous for this race because, not having raced in a while, I forgot the most important rule of road racing: don't eat Eggs Benedict for breakfast before setting off on your run. But there were no ill effects. I was in better shape than the teenager in front of me who, on a dare from his friends cheering him on, drank half a can of Budweiser around mile 4, then turned into the woods at mile 4.05 to vomit it right back up. Teenagers.