Deann and I visited Cousin Bruce in early September to attend a wedding in Vancouver and to see Brianna dance at the Sausage Festival. In the morning, the three of us went on a run. Well, it was not a pretty sight. Oh, the wooded area that Cousin Bruce took us through was lovely. It was Cousin Bruce that was not the pretty sight. The man, that used to be able to run circles around marathon-running Deann, was huffing-puffing behind.
The conversation turned towards how Cousin Bruce could get back into shape. Ideas were tossed around and a challenge was given. Let's run the Portland marathon together. We could motivate each other. For me it would be my first marathon. For Cousin Bruce, it would be a chance to get back into some semblance of his former running self.
Now, as we kept talking about it, trying to convince two middle aged men that we could actually achieve this goal, we came up with a way to make it a little bit more meaningful than trying to fit into a pair of pants better (oh, how the wasteline grew these past 10 years). To make the training more desirable, we decided to make it a spiritual journey. For each day that we run, we are to look up a passage that we would reflect on as we run. Then, we would take the time to post our reflections on this blog. So, as our feet beat the pavement of a wide open street, the sidewalk of a neighborhood, or the quiet trail surrounded by nature's glory, we will be on a journey, a spiritual journey. Training not only our bodies, but our souls as well.
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