Sigh....

So, I had a harsh dose of reality yesterday. Here I am struggling to get to the point where I can run all the way down my friggin street without imploding, while my friend is training for a marathon. This should not be such a big deal. I have friends that are athletic and they have been runners for years. They are better people than I am. I accept them and only hate them a little bit. I have my excuse of years of laziness and over-eating to overcome. No, my friend in question, has just finished surgery #14 and runs with a poo bag. Yes, the woman that cannot eat and digest food like the rest of us... the woman who has had her guts cut up and worked on over a dozen times in less than 2 years - she is working on her marathon. She and her poo bag can run circles around me. Yes, she has been athletic forever (I assume) but after all of those surgeries, I would be in bed with a pain patch. She is running a few miles a day. Sigh. I am a terrible, terrible person. But one day I will be a terrible person who can run a mile, but probably not a marathon.