Intimidation

So I ran into Pearson in Chapel Hill last weekend. He is looking as stoutly as ever. I was telling him how marathon training was going. Ok. I was bragging on how in shape I am. And Brent Farrell walks up and says that he is planning on running a 2:20 marathon in April. And that he trains at a 4 minute 50 second pace on his longish runs. I then and there realized. I am nothing. I am nothing. I am a weak man, with weak legs, and no biceps.