“It was on your intake.”
“I did not attach the video.”
“Blake did.”
I made a note to discuss privacy boundaries with Blake.
“What does Tessa think about the marathon?” Dani asked.
“She thinks it is a bad idea.”
“Is she wrong?”
“Yes.”
“You answered quickly.”
“I have considered the question.”
Dani rested the tablet on the table.
“Why are you doing this?”
“It’s on the form.”
“‘Personal growth’ isn’t an answer.”
“It is literally an answer.”
“It’s a category.”
“I want to complete a difficult goal.”
“Why this goal?”
Beyond the glass wall, a woman pushed a weighted sled across the turf while a trainer encouraged her. Near the windows, two older women walked side by side on treadmills, talking and laughing.
“I said I would do it,” I replied.
“To who?”
“People.”
“What people?”
“Does it matter?”
“It might.”
I adjusted the watch on my wrist. Dani noticed and let the joke she had been forming go.
“I’m not asking because you need a dramatic reason,” she said. “People run marathons for strange reasons all the time. Birthdays. Breakups. Charity. Bets. A need to suffer somewhere with portable toilets.”
I almost smiled.
“It was an impulsive decision,” I admitted.
“That must have been terrifying.”
