…not for another Royal Wedding, but for the Big Sur Marathon. We did it as a relay. Nine miles for me, eleven for my friend Beth, and six for my cousin. The teams are meant to be made up of five runners, but over the years (we’ve been at it now for fifteen), life happens and occasionally we come up short. But don’t take the weekend away from us. It happens in one of the most beautiful spots in the world – what I’ve seen of it, anyway – and despite almost missing some relay buses this morning and having a fight with a Highway Patrol officer after the race (because I can’t help myself, I have issues with the Highway Patrol), it was all perfect because this part of California is heaven on earth.