In a moment of feeling like an absolute fraud last summer, I looked up "athlete" in the dictionary. I wrote the definition I found inside my training journal: Athlete: One who takes part in activities requiring agility, endurance, or strength. Next to it I wrote: Therefore, I am an athlete. (BTW, non-athletes don't keep training journals.)
I suggest you rent "Miracle" to watch with the MF. It has a lovely scene of Olympic athletes puking their guts out after a grueling training session. It's about the 1980 US Olympic hockey team, and it shows that there's a lot more to being an athlete than just athletic ability.
I love the heart and soul of every woman on this board. I am proud to be among you.
I want to see MF keep up with Corsair on her daily commute. I'd like to see him keep going when Nanci and Dianyla hit their stride on mile 167. And if he can, great! Welcome to it! If he can't, well, do what doc does, do what I do, and bow down to their athletic prowess. L.



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