Back when my wife, Roxanne, and I had four boys under the age of nine keeping us on our toes, she announced that despite her heavy workload at home, she wanted to run a marathon.
My wife has never lacked energy or ambition.
On the other hand, I had taken a vow many years earlier that I would never punish my body by competing as a marathon runner.
But for some reason my sound thinking flew out the window, and I heard myself saying, “Sure, I’d be happy to run the marathon with you.”
The next thought that hit me was: “Did I really say that out loud?”
I made the commitment, and Roxanne held me to it with a vengeance.
In truth, however, although my feet ...