Damn. My hope is to run California International Marathon in Sacramento next weekend in less than three hours and fifteen minutes, which, as a forty year-old man, would be a Boston Marathon qualifying time. I’ve been training for months, have plane tickets and hotel room booked, have a shuttle booked to take me from the hotel to the starting line, my daughters, sixteen years apart in age at twenty-two and six, are planning to run the 2.62 mile run together. Should be an incredible weekend. Except for the fact that I seem to have a very serious calf strain and couldn’t run more than two miles this morning.