How I Learned to Love Not Racing

My “long distances” relationships are, for now, just somebody that I used to know

A river of runners flowing down the street below my apartment. Photo by author.

I woke up to fanfare and applause this morning.

Was the city applauding me for not going out to celebrate Carnival last night?

Was there an early morning post-Saint Eulalia / pre-Mardi Gras parade going on?