and then what happens?

Once upon a time, as all good stories often begin, in a land so very near home, a girl found this written on a page… 

Why Do You Run?

Because you’re wondering if your grandchildren will too.  Because its raining.  Because you can, and others can’t.  Because its faster than walking.  Because that shaky-leg-thing is all about nervous energy.  Because you can’t fly.  Because you can fly.  Because your personal best is just that, yours.  Because the pain of a blister is nothing compared to the pain of stopping.  Because you like the resistance the wind gives you.  Because you like the resistance you give the wind.

Just Because.

And the girl started dreaming of running across a distant land with soaring skyscrapers and bridges and five fantastic boroughs… waiting…waiting..waiting… twiddling her thumbs and keeping her fingers crossed. Waiting for the day she could send in her application (again!) and waiting for the day she would make it through the lottery results. (Let’s hope the magic works this time around! And if it doesn’t well… there is that magical 3rd try rule where that nasty mean computer can no longer spit my name out!)

In the meantime, a few other marathons beckon in other cities, one of which is  where stars have been known to walk on land.  Time to get seriously running…

How long will it take me to get back to that marathon start line? Faster than it will take me to get grandchildren, I suppose…

Hans Christian Andersen once wrote: Every man’s life is a fairy tale written by God’s fingers. And as fairy tales go… There will be a beginning, there will be an end and a whole lot of living, dreaming, some running and, inescapably, magic in-between.

I don’t really want it any other way.

And so the story begins…

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