I got up this morning and ran. As I ran back up the driveway afterwards, my little brother Ben came to meet me. He asked me how far I had run and I replied I had run to the end of our road and back up (a little over two miles). Ben’s eyes became wide with admiration and a “Wow” came from his lips. It may not have been the farthest or best run of my life, but to my little brother, I had just run a marathon.