Well, I think we are all well now. Somehow Scott and Madalyn managed to make it through the past week and a half without getting sick. I don't know how that happens with me hacking my lungs out for the past week, but I am so grateful that we didn't all get stricken. And now that I am 100%, I am learning to run.
A couple of weeks ago, our family went to cheer on a good friend at the Mercedes Marathon in Brirmingham. This was her seventh marathon, and at 26.2 miles each, I wanted to see what all the fuss was about. It was a truly inspirational experience, and I saw so many different types of people during the run. I was literally moved to tears. And the whole time, I stood there thinking, "If they can do this, so can I." Some people were true athletes, but most just looked like ordinary folks. Some even looked downright unfit. So it sparked a new fire within, and I have set a goal to run the half marathon next February. So I am officially learning how to run, which might not sound that difficult to some, but for me, it is a challenge. I have never been an athlete. Never really played a sport. I played softball when I was five and six, but my most vivid memories of it are how badly I played. And my father has made fun of me for the way I run my whole life. My parents just never really cultivated an athletic side for me. I mean, they already had two boys, so why would they encourage me to play sports?
So, this goal is highly personal. It is really just as much an inner battle and psychological training as it is physical. And I am excited about it. For the first time in a very long time, I am excited about something. And I actually look forward to pushing myself to the limit.