This past Saturday, I was about 10 sluggish miles into a hilly 15-mile training run for the Charlottesville Marathon when my body pulled me aside and quietly but firmly informed me that if I intended to finish the run, I was on my own. During the 5-mile walk back up Dick Woods Rd., I had a lot of time to think. And it occurred to me that now is the worst possible time for me to be training for my first marathon. In between serving as Mayor of a small city and running a non-profit organization with 22 staff and starting a job search (yes, I've decided to move on from PACEM this summer, more on that later -- see here for the position announcement) and launching a re-election campaign to City Council and raising two kids and occasionally getting together with friends or going out on dates and trying to keep my house clean & yard in order (a losing battle there, alas), I've come to the unfortunate conclusion that trying to find the time and energy to prepare for a marathon is just not in the cards right now. So please forget what I've said publicly about my intention to run the Charlottesville Marathon this year. I am still going to run the Charlottesville Ten Miler on April 4 and I will do the Charlottesville Half Marathon on April 18 but the full marathon is going to have to wait for another time, when life feels a wee bit less like...well, like running 26.2 miles each and every day.