It's not logical....it's not practical....it's not sensible....it feels impossible....but something on the inside of me is excited. My friend told me tonight that she is training for a half-marathon. I thought to myself, "I would rather eat dirt than run for hours on end. How long is a half marathon anyway? I can't even climb a flight of stairs without feeling winded. I can't run to the mailbox and back without needing a walk in between." She went on to explain how amazing she feels after running. She said she started out running a mile and then worked up from there. I left school feeling inspired and began to think, what if I could run a half marathon?
So I did what any inspired wife would do and came home to tell my husband. I just sort of threw it out there...he definitely didn't see it coming...he just sort of sat there like a lump of oatmeal that's been out since morning. So, I said it again. And his response consisted of the perfect formulated words, so eloquently pieced together....it was articulated in such a way that when he was done, I knew I would cross the finish line. He said, "THAT IS THE STUPIDEST IDEA I HAVE EVER HEARD."
Perfect. Now that he is in, let's begin!
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