Why do I know this? Well, because yesterday was the anniversary of the day my wife and I met. We decided that we would do gifts this year, small inexpensive gifts. Well, my wife broke the rules and went big. What did I get, you ask? An annual pass? No. Framed artwork from the Art of Disney store? No. Rare ticket booklets? No. A copy of Walt Disney’s Epcot Center? No. Instead of sweet gifts, my wife decided to give me a swift kick in the bum and sign us both up for next year’s Half Marathon.
Now, I have been a runner most of my life, sans the past few years, so getting back into shape shouldn’t be too big of an ordeal, but this wasn’t exactly on my agenda for this year. My wife took up running a few years ago as a social hobby. She first enlisted my cousin to run with her. These runs were filled with grips about my cousin’s boyfriend and me. Since my cousin has moved away, it has become a topic with a close friend of ours who runs marathons on a regular basis. These two, I might add, seem to spend a substantial part of their day talking, emailing, and texting one another, so I am not surprised that this marathon idea seems to have crept up on me.
Now I would love to run for a charity organization, say
If you would like to be part of the next marathon weekend, I suggest you register as soon as possible. You can find registration information at
I hope to see you, and run with you, there!