Three weeks ago I began training for a big race this winter. My dad
planted the idea in my mind that we could run around the island of
Cozumel. Before completely commiting to every idea, I have learned to
at least check the plausibility. So, as Charles Lindbergh pulled out
his piece of string and globe, I pulled out trusty Google Earth and
measured it. The greatness of the idea faded much like the image on
the tv as it is powered down. The road around the inhabited part of
the island is 40 miles! I am not sure that it is the best idea to
force ones body to run forty miles, after all, it is a temple. There
are many other rational arguments about why one should never run forty
miles, such as the possibility of sunstroke, extreme blisters, or that
ones legs may fall off.
Well, I suppose I will find out if any of those are legitimate concerns.