Chapter 5Any further argument was cut off by the blare of a bullhorn. The actual words were barely decipherable, but the surge of the crowd to the orange starting line spray-painted across the snowy roadway was easy enough to understand. The race coordinators used a standard format: walkers to the back, runners to the front with staggered start times depending on their ability.
Nathan shook hands with Matt again. He wished him a good run and joined Adrian at the appropriate marker. “I’m sorry to have chased away your friend.”
Adrian brushed off Nathan’s apology with a surprisingly competitive grin. “Matt’s a big boy, and he’s right. I run him into the ground most days.” He tugged his ear-band more snuggly over his ears and kicked his feet against the pavement with a jingle. “I like your
