First and foremost, I am a believer and follower of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. I am the proud husband of a wonderful wife, Brooke. Brooke and I have the privilege of raising our three precious children, Camden; Carter; and Caley. They bring us a joy that is indescribable. We are members of a great body of believers and friends, the Mayfair church of Christ. As for the less important parts of my life, I am a commercial banker and am blessed to have my career.
As some of you may know, Brooke got a wild hair about three months ago that she wanted to run a marathon. Honestly, I thought that this was another case of "one track mind" that would pass after the first couple of weeks. Don't get me wrong, Brooke is a great athlete, but running has never been her thing. In fact, she couldn't run a mile four months ago without being out of breath and tired. To my amazement, she completed a 13 mile run in the cold and wind yesterday. Yes, no period in there. Not 1 point 3, but thirteen miles. I am really proud of her for the discipline she has shown the past few months. Even with aches, pains, and time constraints, she has stuck diligently to her training schedule. Why can't I be that disciplined? I actually started out running with her, but a few aches in the knee gave me a good excuse to stop. I'll stick to basketball as my form of exercise for now.
The Nashville (Country Music) Marathon is coming up in late April, so Brooke is halfway to the 26.2 miles of torture. It seems like a long way to go, but she's squashed any of my doubts so far, so no reason to doubt her now. Brooke, when you read this, I'm proud of you. You're doing a great job.