Well, a new twist has developed in my life:
I think I'm going to train for a half-marathon (that's 13.1 miles).
It was during time spent in prayer that it came to me that this might be something to do. As I trace the scope of my life, I've always been pretty self-conscious about the way I looked when I ran. But it seems to me that my ungainly stride doesn't necessarily mean that I can't try to do something new and wholly out of regular character. I mean, as I see it, why not? What's there to lose? Going to the gym didn't kill me...so with any luck neither will this.
I don't know yet when any such marathon will be. To be honest, I don't reckon it matters as I'm interested more in the training process than in the actual race. This is more for personal benefit and proving to myself that I can do it than it is anything else.
It also advances me one step further to my ultimate goal of being a member of a super-secret and elite Jesuit ninja squad.
So this week I'll run ONE MILE Sunday (in about 15 minutes I'll be outside doing my version of running - not quite running, not quite jogging, it's to be called Rogging), Tuesday, and Thursday and then I'll make a big leap to TWO MILES on Saturday morning. It doesn't sound like a lot, to be sure, but I've got to start somewhere.
Besides, I need a new hobby in addition to cooking and the accordian.
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