to run

Well, soon after I moved to Prague I heard about the marathon that is in early May. I thought to myself, "Sure. I think I can run a marathon." Mind you, this is without any training. I think my optimism can carry itself a bit far sometimes. But I figured I'd get a few runs in about three weeks before the race and see what happens. So I did. My logic was that I get very bored with running and therefore, training for 3 or more months just isn't feasible. If I only give myself a few weeks, then maybe I can get a little bit of training in, run the race, and then be done. I ran about six miles on my first run. It hurt but not too bad. I ran about eight miles on my second run. This one felt quite good and I was feeling like the marathon was possible. Then on my third run I tried to do about 15 miles. I couldn't do it. I had to walk the last 3 or so miles. I was frustrated, thirsty, tired, and defeated. But who am I kidding? Why did I think I could go out and run that far? I'm not as young as I used to be, although I am still young. The result is that it looks like the marathon is a no go... maybe next year I can just be disciplined and actually train. We'll see. But I'm thankful that God has given me legs that can run. I'm thankful that I can see the beautiful river and trees that I run beside. I'm thankful that even though 26.2 miles is out of reach I can still enjoy using the legs and lungs that God has given me. I know that most of you probably think I'm crazy for even attempting to get ready for a marathon in three weeks. And I admit that I can't disagree with you. :)