Today the scale said 200lbs after a couple weeks of upward creep. Decisions about the holidays and my kid, a plethora of office sweets, and fewer hours of sunlight have made me feel less than stellar while I watch time’s unceasing march toward December 22nd, when I will truly challenge myself to do something I do not yet know I can do. There is a marathon to be run. I discovered the other day that there are members of the military on the wait-list hoping for a spot to free up. I could donate my registration to one of these deserving people. But I won’t. Therefore I damn-well better finish.
Now it’s more than a personal challenge. It’s a matter of honor and respect.