At home, finally...

We got back from NY late last night after a marathon of traveling. I was so happy just to be on the ground and even happier to be home. Don’t get me wrong, I had a fabulous time in NY and have lots to write about: the marathon, things I noticed about the city, the people I met while there. It’s funny, so many people asked me if I was running the marathon. I suppose some people might be flattered by that—which I think is absolutely ridiculous. But when people assumed I was running and then I explained that I wasn’t, it wasn’t flattering at all; it was embarrassing.

However, seeing the display of tremendous courage that participants exhibited--especially those who raced in wheelchairs, some one handed--I feel inspired to do more myself. I’m far from signing up for a marathon, because I think it’s a rather expensive measure of self torture, but I am thinking about training for a half marathon.

That, I think, would actually be fun.