When she finally hit Milepost 100, she found they were out of space blankets. What were the race organizers thinking?
she muttered to herself. Suddenly, a handsome, lanky man loped out of the shadows. He extended a ropey forearm and handed her a space blanket. “You can share mine,” he said.
In the light cast by her headlamp, she could see the sparkling salt crystals on his chiseled features. “Thank you,” she whispered.
"Also," he said,"Would you like some of these Peanut M & Ms?"
Her eyes glistened. Yes. Yes, she would like the perfect combination of carbohydrates and protein! As she bit into the sweet crust of an M & M, she wept. She wept because the stranger was so beautiful and generous. She wept because the race organizers were good people, they had just failed a tiny bit and we all fail sometimes. And she wept because she was so darn exhausted and happy.