I spent the early part of the week limping around the house, recovering from running a marathon.  With three under my belt, I consider myself a “marathoner,” even though that title probably applied after the first one.  I’m often asked why I would run 26.2 miles with nothing chasing me, and my response is always the same, “because a vast majority of the population won’t.”  Some can’t, most won’t.  It is hard and time-consuming to train for and complete one, and that is most likely why most people don’t bother attempting one.  To each their own.
To me, there is something about pushing my body past the point where my mind says “enough.”  It is a 26.2 mile battle against myself.
This past weekend, I completed the 26.2 with Donna for the second time.  The crowd support on course is amazing, and I was fortunate to have my two biggest fans, my wife and daughter, there to support me and cheer me on.  The event is in support of finding a cure for breast cancer, and I was honored to run in memory of a good friend’s late mother.
Running has been a form of therapy for me now for over 3 years, and every step has been worth the effort.  I am healthier now than ever before.  The best part is that my daughter wants to run a race with me, and I will be the beaming dad crossing the finish line after her in a one mile fun run in March!


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