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.]
40 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.