. . . besides have another baby. Although I DID have a dream not long ago wherein I discovered I was pregnant. And I was all, BUT I'M OLD. And then I was all, oh well! Babies are awesome! And then I was all, why am I talking like a teenager? I'm 57 and pregnant, for hellsake.
Still, it turned out to be an oddly happy dream.
That, however, is not where I meant for this to go. I meant to say I'll probably never train for another marathon, which is something I'm doing right now. I got into St. George, which I did once before. So I wrote a celebratory column about the fact for the desnews and that very week, I hurt myself and couldn't run in the damn thing. Possibly I'll hurt myself again now that I've gone public. We'll see.
The point is that running a marathon is a thing that's been on my Bucket List forever, and I'm grateful I (finally) (at my advanced age) have the opportunity to (possibly) cross it off the old B.L. But I'm seriously wondering now about people who have done this over and over. Training takes a lot of time!
And also it hurts. After I do a long run, I spend the rest of the day feeling like I'm walking around on bloody little stumps, fantasizing about getting a pedicure, only I can't. Because you know.
I have stumps. Instead of feet.