Over the next hour, I was present only as movement and bliss. My mind barely spoke to me and while I exerted my body impossibly, I felt utterly ecstatic. In this unencumbered state I ran almost to the third way station before finding someone abandoned and struggling with blisters. They leaned on my shoulder and together we tripled their pace to the bottom crossing the finish line using me as a new leg.
The first time I really noticed Deb was in the spring of 1992. She was wearing a beautiful cotton summer dress with pink, red and blue flowers and she was playing with a little girl in her charge. They were twirling. I was smitten. She was 21 and I was 27.