It would be so cool if this marathon was only going to be 4 miles long, because I would totally win.  Well, not really.  I’m completely aware that there are many, many, many, many people who run much faster than me at my strongest but it’s my blog and I can dream.  I logged a remarkably quick paced (for me) 4-miler in the mid-morning heat, on tired legs, and ended feeling particularly victorious.  I considered bagging the run once I was freed from other commitments and was finally able to lace up.  It was hot, I was tired, blah, blah, blah.  However, the most difficult part proved to be putting a kibosh on my internal whining and setting foot outside the door.  Once I started moving, I was able to achieve legendary status, at least in my own mind.