Long legs in stride. Pounding as they run. A graceful run at that. Like a gazelle. More of a loping than a run or a jog. Gorgeous even strides loping out the miles all graceful and shit…..

Lovely fantasy about how I run. When I get on my treadmill lately I’m doing it to run jog plod. Yes, Plod. As I’m running I have this unnatural vision of myself as the gorgeous graceful creature I described in the first few sentences. Then I trip, catch a glimpse of myself in the window….something brings me back to the reality of my stubby little legs mercilessly pounding out the miles on the treadmill.

The point is though, I am pounding out the miles. I’m doing it!
I had this crazy idea years ago that I wanted to do a Marathon. Another kid happened and I had stopped running all together. 2 kids and a business to run? Time to train? ha!

Wait, other people do it. Why can’t I?

Now I’m not expecting to run a full marathon anytime soon or to even win it when I do get there. I fully expect to be plodding along as normal and just cross the finish line of a half marathon or a small local race.

Why?

Just to prove to ME that I can do it.