For the first time, I was beginning to think I had a chance to become “a runner”. I stayed at it and even entered a couple of small races. I was really slow, but before too long, I finished my first 5K. I entered and finished a few more small races. I had made it. I had become a runner. I no longer felt that jealousy when I saw people out for a run.Then one day in early 1996, I returned to my desk after lunch and found a flyer that had been put there by a co-worker and friend. It was a flyer announcing that Indy was going to have their first full marathon that October. It was called the Indianapolis Marathon and it would take place in the Fort Benjamin Harrison area. It was 26.2 Miles! That would be crazy.
Then I read the note: “Lynn, our church is sponsoring a training group to run this marathon and we want you to join us.” — Paul.
If someone asks me on my death bed, what I would call the most defining moment in my life, that moment just might be it. My excitement about running was already at an all-time high, and as you would guess, the curse that my doctor put on me years before immediately came to mind. I would do it!