"I want to run a marathon." Ben said.
"That's nice." I replied. I admit, I was half-heartedly listening.
"I need a running buddy." He said.
I should have taken the hint. "Well, I'm sure you can ask one of your buddies to join you." I tried to encourage him.
"Well," He said. "I thought you'd be my running buddy."
With that comment, his goal and the fact that I love my husband very much, I started running. It's been difficult. Okay, so I've thrown up, experienced shooting pains throughout my body and thought I'd black out several times. (I'm not being dramatic!)
But, I've done more. I ran 3/4 of a mile on Monday and 1 mile today. Let's not discuss the fact I still have to master 25 more miles. Let's just celebrate that 1 mile. Okay?