Marathon Part Two ...

Perhaps you are haunted still ,by the image of a weary Pheidippides crumbling to the earth after proclaiming victory for the Greeks in a history forming battle against the Persian empire. Do you wake from your afternoon nap smug in the satisfaction of having chosen wisely to nap when being tempted to train for your local charity marathon. Heaven forbid some of you have come with in a hairs breadth of climbing onto a treadmill instead of having an afternoon tea and a quick flip through your recently received subscription of Health, Fitness or Natural Healing.
Well...Sigh... I did it...I stepped outside the proverbial box this past Saturday and with heavy steps and beating heart ( and all that before the race began) I signed in along with most of my family to run in the 5k at our very own Smokin Blues and Barbecue challenge. Pheidippides dismal fate weighed heavily on my mind and by the time I finally made it to the starting line I had decided that since the cultural fate of the world was not resting on my shoulders, I would start with the one mile run...This turned out to be a wise choice. If the fate of culture had been balanced precariously on my shoulders there would be far fewer museums in existence and we all might be speaking Persian (?). Nevertheless... I ran. Mostly because the police car behind me might well have rolled right over the top of me had I not, still...I ran...and I finished. My darling son came in first in the 5k and my brave husband and two of my daughters ran and got awards. I feeling victorious to have run and lived to eat barbecue afterwards... nutrition aside for the weekend. I earned every savory bite! Maybe next time I'll run two miles...LOL... Or maybe I'll cheer the real runners from the safety of the sidelines. (less chance of being rundown by the police escort) However, I will probably still need some cute running shoes...