What was I thinking, has been my mantra for the past few weeks. One morning, last month, I guess my coffee was a little too strong, or the sun may have been shining a little too bright, but I heard myself asking Arielle if she wanted me to run the Gasparilla 15K with her. Now, I’ve been to this race many times. Arielle began participating in it back when she was in middle school. Eric joined her. I remember seeing my husband’s face after he crossed the finish line. Pure exhaustion sprinkled with pain. I always felt it was a bit insane to get up before dawn to run 9.3…