Dear wind gods.

You were very tough on our good pal Denise (AKA Running Mommy) today. You whipped her hard and sent her out on the run with nothing left in her legs. Well, she worked her azz off for a PR at IMAZ. Not only did you take her PR away, she couldn't finish in time for the cut-off.

You're mean and you better make it up to her somehow this year. Maybe you can convince the lottery gods she needs a little cash, or ask the gods in charge of health to leave her alone for awhile.