A loyal blog follower suggested that I title the post describing today's meet at Monmouth the "Monmouth Miracle," because the weather was unusually nice for this annual season opener. When she suggested this, the sun was shining, the wind was relatively calm and many were commenting on how nice it was for a meet that usually features less than favorable conditions -- wind, cold, rain, etc. Well, soon after she left, the weather turned decidedly "March at Monmouth" -- clouds covered the sun, the wind whipped and everyone was shivering and mumbling to themselves about the darn weather at this darn meet. So ... the miracle only lasted for so long.
The warmest part of the day -- literally and figuratively -- was hanging out in the sun along the backstretch with my old and great college friend Murph, a loyal blog follower and father of a standout distance runner at Niagara University. Murph lives in Erie, PA, which is somewhere near the Arctic Circle from our perspective, so anytime we can see him it's a great day. And his daughter had a killer PR in the 5k, as the wind whipped and the angry clouds approached. But hey. She's from Erie and Niagara. She's tough. This was nothing compared to the Lake Effect. Nicely done!
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