26.2 miles. I don’t even like driving that far. But somehow I’ve decided that it’s time to run a marathon.
Let me preface all of this by saying that I’m not a runner. In fact, I’m not much of an athlete at all (unless you count kickball – and you’ll be hard-pressed to find a better left fielder).
Running a marathon was on my Things I Should Do Before I’m 30 list. Now I’m 31 and 11/12ths, and that challenge was not accomplished. The other things on that list weren’t really all that out there – climbing a mountain, skydiving, experiencing a hurricane. I actually completed just one of them – jumping out of a plane at 10,000 feet. So here I am, going on 32, having never really ran in my life, trying to tick off an item from the Things I Should Do Before I’m 40 list.
Most of my reason for writing this blog is accountability. I figure the more I share about this experience, the more likely I’ll follow through with it.
I hope you’re ready to share this journey with me. Maybe you won’t get tired of my complaining, my excuses and my rationales about why man domesticated horses and invented cars to avoid long distances on foot.
And maybe I’ll inspire someone else to take on the seemingly insurmountable – because if I can do this, anybody can.