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.

2 comments:

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.