Doubts and Delusions

I really wanted to quit this morning -- not because running a marathon seemed impossible, but because it seemed so utterly exhausting.  I just didn't know if I wanted to invest all that time and energy training, assuming my aging body would even hold up.  The thought of spending the next eleven months running ever-increasing distances made me want to crawl back into bed and forget the whole thing.


But, since I'd bought all that fancy running gear, I made myself get on the treadmill -- and I RAN TWO MILES.  I don't have a clue how I did it.  I guess I was too busy debating whether it was worth it to notice how far I'd gone!  I suppose this is a sign that I need to forge on...