I have never been fond of running. Of course I hated it before my breast reduction, when my boobs would hit me in the face if I even hopped up to kiss Bryan on the cheek. But still today, when at the gym – if I am not wearing the right bra – I am holding myself tight and compact to be comfy as I jump around, jump around! Luckily my gym is small, I am friends with the owners, and they only sigh as I do the circuit with my hands holding the chest flat as a pancake.
So, as I watch my friend Gretchen prepare for her first marathon, I am in awe. And marathons are not just running. I have seen my close pal Tree through several marathons and know it’s both physical and mental prowess.
When *I* run, not only do I have the aforementioned boob problem, ALL I can feel, hear, think is BAM, BAM, BAM… my feet hitting the pavement again and again and again. I just don’t think I have the mental to cover 26 miles trying to force myself into one more BAM.
So, Gretchen, Tree… and all you other runners out there. I salute you.