1st Marathon


The conversation went something like this:

Steph (my fly wife):  Are you going to register to run a Marathon next year?

Me:  What?  No.  I said that I would run a full marathon when I turned 40.

Steph:  Um, this year you turned 39. 

Me:  [pause.  pause.  cold, empty realization that I am staring 40 in the face.]

image40 is coming.  It will try to knock me down but I will not have it.  I will prove to it  that I am a driven and violent man.  A little bit of crazy.  A little bit of fun.  A whole lot of stubborn.  40 may be coming, but it will get the slap-down in my neighborhood.  I think I heard it shiver when I registered for the January 2009 Disney World Marathon.

Oh yes, I did.  And I’d like to tell you that I am excited.  The truth is that every time I think about running 26.2 miles, a little pee comes out.

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8 thoughts on “1st Marathon

  1. Having gotten there before you, I can tell you that 40 is not so bad. We certainly aren’t as old as our parents were when they were 40!!

    And you gotta get a handle on that pee-ing thing. Could be real embarassing on the platform!