Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Dreaming of Numbers

It's over a week now since Rocky Raccoon, and already it seems an age ago.  This is usually about the time that I start revisiting promises to never run that distance again, but not this time.  I think my days of running 100 milers really are done.

Or maybe it's just because I've been going non-stop since I got back.  All the usual stuff is still going on - father-in-law mean as ever, still fighting school closures, still under the threat of layoffs.  Oh, and let's add a new one - we appear to have a massive water leak somewhere under the house.

Whoop whoop.

So no, I'm not really thinking about running.

Well, not much.

Well, maybe just a little.

Well, actually there is a little number that has started floating around my head - 6:52.

Why 6:52?  Well if you multiply that by 26.2, it translates to a very ambitious goal for next fall.

Hey, I can dream right?

Maybe I'll take that number and dream all the way to San Antonio or White Rock.


David Jacobson said...

Isn't it funny how sometimes we can feel like an outside spectator of our multi-faceted lives. But, dreaming is how it all begins.

Mark said...

Yep, dreaming is the first step to believing the impossible is possible.