Lately, I've been thinking of all my running buddies. So many good times (and good runs, and good meals) we've shared. These people are incredible.
I am very proud of the fact that I have run a marathon. In fact, I have run TWO marathons - - which, I figure, not many people do not say. Of those that have run marathons, they typically run 1 marathon - or 10+ marathons. The number two is what may be a little odd.
In my experience, the first marathon is awful - but exhilirating. When you finish, you've accomplished something big. But the second one? I'm not sure why I was compelled to sign up. Somehow, Orange Zest kept me running. And honestly? As tough as the first one was, the second one seemed insurmountably more difficult.
I ran the Austin marathon in '07 and in '08. My "single" years. I've never ran a marathon while married, oddly. I am not certain whether a full marathon is something I will ever tackle again, to be honest.
Somehow, this seems a little scattered - even for me. However, I think that's consistent with where I am now. Scattered seems to be a good word for it.
These days, I'm doing more thinking about running than actual running. Maybe I'll get back into it.