I still got it..well, most of it

The desire to run.

I don't know what made me think I could do it. I just finished the Quarry Trail in the canyon. It's 13 miles long. The first 7 miles went pretty well, I struggled the next 4 and hit the wall at mile 11. It felt like I was pulling a 2 ton truck as I walked/jogged the last 2 miles in. My throat was dryer than the dust I was kicking up, gnats swirled around my sweaty face and my feet burned as though I was running on lava.

All the while I knew I would do this to myself again...some other day when the memory of this pain would fade and lose it's sting. I climbed into my SUV and guzzled down the hot water that used to be cold just a little over 2 hours ago.

Now I wonder...will I ever be able to run a marathon?