Ever since I was a kid my body revolted against running distance. I used to be a pretty quick sprinter but could never run long distances. About a year ago I thought I would give running a try and I got addicted to it. Life however got in the way and I stopped running for a while. Recently I have started running again. I have good days and bad days and never really log that many miles but I am going to keep trying. I have goals of one day completing a marathon and in order to make it to that point it’s going to take a lot of work. As I lay on the floor of my living room with ice packs on my legs after having only completed 1.5 miles today, I don’t feel defeated. Going to keep trying and working toward greater distance. It’s not about running or completing a certain distance, it’s about achieving something that requires every part of me. This is something that does not and will not come easy for me. Hopefully my body and my mind continue to be up for the challenge.