London 2007 - Rumon’s Reasons Why is my road leading to London?  I don't want the Olympics, not even a particular time goal.  I simply want proof.  Proof of health and fitness, measured in the tangible metric of miles covered, sweat lost, and beats of the heart.  For, in January of last year and then again in August, my own heart stopped beating.  In January, it was while I lay on the surgical table, doctors operating to correct an electrical cardiac disrhythmia.  Each time, the medical team had to run a shock through my heart, trying to get it to stop racing erratically.  Sometimes you have to stop to start over.  And that is what I have: a renewal; a second opportunity following the surgery to once again be fit, to test myself against pavement and my own limitations.   To do so on the same streets as my two best friends.  To run 26.2 in London.