I registered for the half at the Columbus Marathon the other night. I thought to myself afterwards that maybe I really shouldn’t have done it. Who knows how my ankle will be? Who knows if I won’t come up with some other injury somehow? But I did it anyway. By the time the race comes, it will have been a year since I had my gallbladder surgery and watched with envy as those runners last year gave it their best while I couldn’t do the same.
It was a small start today (only 2.34 miles), but a start nevertheless.