I’m coming down off my “5K high” and getting ready to jump back on Stanley Thompson of Too Many Lies fame. (For those of you who don’t know, Stanley is a fictional character in my novel Too Many Lies.) I’m looking forward to finishing the second book in the Lies series entitled, Deception and Lies. I’ve been talking about it and working on it for over a year, but if you’re a regular follower of BW&L, you know a lot has happened in my life over the last year, so I have a lot of good excuses.
So, now onto the reason for the wacky title of this post. Remember in my first Run For God post I wrote about my Someday Goals listed in my Goal Book? Well…since I finished my goal of running a 5K, I went to the book to put completion dates next to the goal. There were three associated with the goal.
- Be able to run entire neighborhood. When I wrote it, I lived in Pittsburgh and we had a huge, hilly neighborhood. I can probably run my current neighborhood, so I checked it off with a current completion date. Green light. No problem.
- Run one mile without stopping. I can do that; blogged about it a few weeks ago. Green light. No problem.But this last one…um…Well, it is written in my own handwriting. It is dated November 9, 2000…and it has me stumped. It says:
- RUN A MARATHON. Red light. Problem.
What the huh?
Maybe it was pregnancy delusion because I would’ve been seven months pregnant at the time it was written, but to my 44 year-old self today, forgive me for I knew NOT what I wrote-eth!
I thought any race was a marathon, but over the last 13 weeks, I’ve come to learn that a marathon is 26.2 miles. MILES! Comparatively speaking, what I did over the weekend was considered a short run. Dang! I didn’t know the correct wording to write at the time, but I have no desire to run for 4+ hours straight. When I think of 26 miles in terms of geographical locations, I can be in the suburbs of Charlotte, NC or close to Winston-Salem, NC or even Hickory, NC in roughly 26 miles.
Running doesn’t seem like a viable option in any direction and when I think of it in terms of sneaker-to-pavement, paramedics and medical helicopters come to mind.
So, I’m going to chock that up to pregnancy ignorance for I knew not what I was writing and I’m going to continue on with my life as I know it: Daphine Glenn Robinson, wife, mother, writer, funny woman, 5K runner.
Okay, maybe 10K runner (6.2 miles.)
Possible half marathon runner (13.1 miles.)
Let me hush. Who knows what God may call me to do, so I won’t put limits on it. Hmph (Sucks teeth and folds arms)
Run a marathon. Prophesy maybe? I dunno. We shall see…