The nightmare of New Haven started with a flight delay, a long wait at the San Francisco Airport and, eventually, a red eye flight east. With that in mind, I left two days early for Minnesota for the 10-mile championship to give myself a travel cushion. The flights went fairly smoothly, at least compared to New Haven, and I got to the hotel just before sunset. I quickly put on my running shoes and headed out for a short run on a bike path along the river. I had forgotten how nice the fall can be in other parts of the country. The trees were all changing colors and the air had a crispness to it that is hard to describe
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