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Last Tuesday, a co-worker suckered me into playing a company softball game – no small feat considering that I don’t own a glove and I had quit the team the week before. 

“Showing up is half the battle,” my co-worker told me.  “And besides.  We suck anyway.” 

Well.  We won that night – and in a big way.  Perhaps more impressively, I was told I “brought in runs,” which I figured made me at least 200% more effective than I ever was in dodgeball.  The next day, I found out that it was only a single run and I was reminded that you have to tag all them bases as you run them -  not merely kick your foot over second as I did – but I still clung to the victory.  Let haters hate. 

Building on that success, I’d like to think that if I can “bring in a run” without really trying, I should be able to take on the Brooklyn half-marathon pretty well this weekend.  After all, I’ve been running all over New York this winter.  That, and we just did that ten-mile race in Philadelphia at the beginning of the month.

But despite that logic – and my blatant taunting – my co-worker has yet to register for the event.  Nevermind that he beat me in the ten-mile run and has nothing to worry about.  Really never mind that it was more or less his idea to run the half-marathon in the first place. 

But whatever.  In order to win this one, all I have to do is finish.

No, all I have to do is start.

And showing up is half the battle, so this really shouldn’t be too hard.