Bodies-- can’t live with them, can’t shed them like a snake skin and still get around.
Almost a year ago I got the idea I wanted to run a marathon. I wasn’t a runner, I wasn’t in shape, but that wasn’t going into my equation. I decided I would run and finish a marathon.
I have had friends that are runners for years. I would go to races to support them and got all choked up watching someone cross the finish line. I could see their focus and determination and I wanted to feel that. So I decided now that I’m retired and have more time (?? Really, more time? That’s the way it should, be just doesn’t play out that way.), I will get in shape and run and finish a MARATHON.