It was like a scene from the 1990 movie 'Arachnophobia'. And it was my wedding day.

It was the twentieth time that morning I'd run through a spider web on the remote trails of Fort Mountain.  Except this web was extra sticky. I turned to brush it off, and saw a huge web over my shoulder. The more I tried to brush it off, the stickier it became. And just when I thought, "Where's the spider?!" My future husband yelled, "RUN!". 

Since we were perched on the edge of the mountain in search of a great picture, I couldn't really run. Instead I did a crazy dance in place (you know the dance), trying to shake the killer spider. The man who had just yelled run, told me to hold still as he used a stick to separate the spider from its food supply (me). When I saw the spider I screamed. It WAS huge.

Go smell your Peachtree shoes.

Don't stick your face in there and take huge breath; I don't want you to pass out. Just a whiff.  Stinky? 

Don't be ashamed. The first step is acceptance. 

Here's the thing: most running shoes are made with a variety of man-made materials: canvas, rubber, foam, polyester. Those materials often absorb, and sometimes even promote, the bacteria that causes odor. 

Ironically, after all the rain preparations, the actual Peachtree itself was pretty much drizzle-less.

"The rain is coming, the rain is coming!" 

By Monday afternoon, it was echoing across Facebook, Twitter, and my cell phone. The message pushed passed the cold washcloth soothing my migraine to bring a smile. 

The rain is coming. On the 4th of July. For the world's largest 10k. 

Why the smile? I love running in the rain. There's nothing like a downpour to turn a rolling party into an all-out rain dance.

When you hear the words "Running Revolution", you might think about our dads that grabbed nylon shorts, cushy white shoes, and became American joggers. 

Wake up. We're in the middle of a much bigger running revolution. In 2012, 1.85 MILLION people finished a half marathon. That's a 4.9% rise from 2011(which still pales in comparison to the 24% jump between 2009 and 2010). 

Fun runs are popping up faster than I can count them: Color Runs, Glow Runs, Zombie Runs, Muddy Runs.

I'm tired of people telling me I don’t look like a runner.

I answer with:

a) You should see me in spandex.

b) Since I’m always in front of you, you only get the back view, from up front, I totally look like a runner

c) Neither do you

d) F#@* YOU

These days, I lean more and more towards choice “d” (except, of course, I’m too nice to say that).

A couple of years ago, I had joined a pace group in an upstate New York marathon.

If people say, “I love running”, they’re probably telling the truth.

If they say, “I love running ALL THE TIME”, they’re lying.

If I only ran on “good run days”, I’d never run.

Thursday, I returned home 13 hours after I left.  After the morning show, I headed north. I spent the day lugging my camera around hunting cicadas. The shoot went well, but it was a long ride and a late day.

And I had an hour of running ahead of me.

This is pretty typical for my mid-week runs.

I haven’t watched a Miss America contest in years.  My hair is too short, and my butt is too big, but I always felt I could nail the question portion. I know, I know. Given the performance in recent years, it’s really not saying much. But there’s still another obstacle between me and that tiara: I have no talent.

Well, I do have this one talent.

I can fall asleep at any time, any place, any situation. I can sleep for 5 minutes or 2 hours.

In July, I’ll run the AJC Peachtree Road Race 10K. I’m not training for it at all. 

In September, I’ll re-run the most difficult race of my life: the North Face Endurance Challenge 50K trail race. I’m training so much for it, my life has turned into a steady rhythm: Work, Run, Sleep. Repeat.

At first glance, the two races could not be more different:

The Peachtree draws 60,000.

I laced up my shoes and LEFT MY CAMERA BEHIND. It almost made me twitchy, thinking I should have been capturing Monday night's Boston Solidarity run with pictures, video, and tweets. But unlike last Tuesday's run, I was off the clock. So I enjoyed the run. 

ENJOYED it. Is there any better way to push back? Pictures from runners across the country filled by Facebook and Twitter feeds. Eighty cities took part in the official 6:30PM Monday night run.

Someone once told me blogging was like standing in the closet and talking to yourself. I hesitate to write this because there’s so much out there. Emotions that are still very raw and very real.

But I write a blog about reporting and running. This week, those parts of my life came crashing together in a terrible and inspiring way.  It’s impossible for me to let this week go WITHOUT writing a blog. Even if I’m the only one hearing it through the roar of endlessly repeated information.