Monday, July 19, 2010

Here's the beginning to a story I began a few years ago... I would love your input.

Life's A Marathon

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When he broke up with me, I acquired vast amounts of time to my days. In a fleeting moment of empowerment, the decision was made to run a half-marathon; the moment lasted long enough for me to pay for the Cowtown marathon and drag my friend Liz into it as well. Her common sense, or repressing nature, talked me out of signing up for the full-fledged marathon, in which I may have dropped dead somewhere near the conclusion of the 26 miles. I signed her up as well. How’s that for common sense, sucker. Training began the following day.

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