The Glass City Marathon race results came in the mail, this week. There was an article about the ambassadors, that I appreciated... but I REALLY wanted to run, this year. A fluke/ random/accidental kicking of footstool while visiting family took me out of the game for two months-- right BEFORE this race. --I ended up course marshaling instead of racing this year. I was quite heart broken. My sister lifted my spirits when she offered to come course marshal with me. We cheered, directed runners, cow belled, musicated the air, hugged runners, high-5'ed and overall laughed. In reflection, if anyone was going to help me feel better-- my sister was a great antidote. She's younger than me but as she tells everyone: "She's taller & cuter."