Twenty

Too tired to type.

Growing Up Too Fast

Popeye's angel on her first day of pre-school.

Nineteen

There was a day when if someone told me I would be doing this,

I would have thought them insane.

Now most of my (non-running) friends think I am insane.

Just goes to show - sanity is relative.

Two Words

Mistakes and Regrets:

Two simple words whose depth of meaning belie their simple syllabic form.

Two small words which carry vast burdens of oppressive weight.

Two short words whose import are both eye opening and life changing.

Two words I carry with me.

Eighteen

Last week was supposed to be a “step back” week with a long run of only 10 miles however following the mid-week run on Wednesday and Thursday, my right knee began to give me a bit of a problem.

By Friday, I was walking about like Chester from Gunsmoke (telling my age here) and so on the advice of my TNT coach I stepped off instead of back.

I did not run last Saturday nor the following Monday. On Tuesday I went to the gym to cross train and on Wednesday resumed my training.

Today’s long run felt great – no knee issues.

If only I didn’t have to go to work ….