Fargo Outlook

In the marshes the buckbean has lifted its feathery mist of flower spikes above the bed of trefoil leaves. The fimbriated flowers are a miracle of workmanship and every blossom exhibits an exquisite disorder of ragged petals finer than lace. But one needs a lens to judge of their beauty: it lies hidden from the power of our eyes, and menyanthes must have bloomed and passed a million times before there came any to perceive and salute her loveliness. The universe is full of magical things patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper. ~Eden Phillpotts

Tina and I coordinated travel plans last night. (Matthew's coming--Yay!) Planning to meet Tina's friend for dinner at Spitfire. Menu has some pasta options, though the spit roasted chicken sounds appetizing, combined with mashed potatoes and bread for a little carb loading.

Fargo weather forecast for tomorrow:

It might be 40° at race start and 50° at the finish. I'm not looking forward to an indoor start, being dressed for running in the 40's. The race organizers warned of how loud the starting pistol will sound indoors. Tina noted how she can't imagine nearly 6,000 people on the dome floor. It's going to be crazy commotion between the full start at 7:30 and the half at 8:00. I'm so excited!