On a cool sunny morning the marathon runners all headed out on the path towards the finish line. I’m not on that path.

Although I was still thinking about it yesterday afternoon, my legs continued to remind me that they didn’t want to be out there running for 26.2 miles. There is a marathon in November that I might try to run.

Now, off to the gym. The appeal of the path towards the finish line will be missing, but I guess meandering aimlessly is better than nothing.