i'm a bit embarassed by my lack of posting. i simply got tired of the trials and tribulations of twice-weekly physical therapy. despite grand ambitions , i didn't run in the chicago marathon. instead, as the other accidental marathonists trained and all suceeded in finishing the marathon, i went to physical therapy twice a week.

i discovered that i'm far, far more competitive with myself than i ever would be with other people. i endured a very cliche conversation with my physician who told me in no uncertain terms that i would never run again. i happily played the part of water boy to help everyone else train during the hot summer months. i came to grips with the fact that i was not going to attain something that i had really, truly set as a goal.

and today, after nearly four months of therapy, i woke up and decided that i might go for a run. maybe a block. maybe two.

today, i ran three miles. and it felt pretty good.

and i guess that's what being an accidental marathonist is all about.