Lisa and I ran 20 miles yesterday.

We survived.

Which is a good thing – a very, very good thing.  It is really thrilling to know you can ask your body to do something like that, and it will, and you will live to tell about it.  The problem is that a marathon is 26.2 miles.  And I, despite an excellent verbal score on the SAT, do not have the vocabulary to describe the utter exhaustion one’s legs feel after an endeavor of that magnitude, nor the excruciating pain in one’s feet – never mind trying to run with a case of plantar fasciitis.  So, I am very proud of this accomplishment and also more than a little concerned about running a full-blown marathon in 3 weeks.  I don’t know if I can do it, and there’s only one way to find out.