Marathon Commitment

Commitment can sometimes be a difficult word.

My friends leant on me - heavily - to commit to sign up to the Melbourne marathon for this year. It would have been easy to make excuses - I'll just run the half, I'll see how I feel in a few weeks time, I'm not really ready - but in the end I just did it. Why?

I trust my feelings, and even though they are usually right, they sometimes come in second place ( a nice way of saying that I am sometimes wrong). My feelings are telling me that I am ready for this marathon. My body is tired, pleasantly tired each night. And getting to sleep is easy. I don't really care how well I run either. The fun is the training, not the racing. (Fun might not be the right word here).

Was it easy to commit so something this hard? Yes, it was.

If only life was as easy, as running marathons in the summer time.