I wasn't on the cross-country team, and I never managed a marathon, and I certainly couldn't have done that kick-ass trail running where people sprint up mountains.
But I could pull off a mile or two or, at my peak, three.
Then I got lazy, got cancer, and got fat.
But now that I'm in remission and not battling complete exhaustion and nausea daily, I've decided that I'd like to get back into the running groove. Which led to this conversation last night between me and the SandMan.
Me: When my fat ass is no longer fat, I want to be a long distance runner. Like, a real one. Who does marathons and shit.
SandMan: Uh huh. Sure you are.
Me: Hey! I know it's not going to happen overnight. It's a journey.
SandMan: A real journey would be to Narnia.
Me: The hell you say?
SandMan: I'm just saying... It might be more realistic for you to go to Narnia than it is for you to run a marathon. Besides, when people say "journey," I think of fantastical adventures. You know, like to Narnia.
Me: I would loose 100 pounds by tomorrow if it meant I could go to Narnia. I would literally cut the fat off my body with scissors if it meant I got to go to Narnia.
SandMan: Let's call that "Plan B."
Me: I WANT TO GO TO NARNIA, DAMMIT!
