And no, not every kernel popped!
I had a nightmare the other night. I had a dream that I had forgotten how to run! I know what you're thinking but it's been a crazy week. Since I've been recuperating from this nagging right foot plantar injury again, I've been resting. And that is a crazy thing for me to do. Missing a day of running is 'rest'; a week??
My good friends Dan Cumming and Larry Savitch of course have had something to say about this. Dan the seasoned runner was blunt with his question, "How old are you again?". But I don't feel 54! When I catch a glimpse of myself in a mirror out in public I do wonder for a second who that grey haired guy is staring back at me. And the 'love handles' have gotten a little more prominent. But I sure don't think of myself as being 'mid-50's". You know Sally is going to have something to say about this!
Larry has been more kind. He's the 'young pup' in this triumvirate only in his 40's. He's still working on personal best's in every race and I love hearing about his accomplishments. He's a bit more empathetic and I appreciate that.
Then I woke up and went for a run. Or was that still a dream?
|1st Annual Reggae Runners|
Half Marathon Challenge
How did I ever get talked into shaving my head for the Reggae Runners Half Marathon Challenge? Larry Savitch made me do it. That's my story and I'm sticking to it. Now that the first annual event is safely behind me (yes I know it lives on forever on the Internet), we have our medals. As I proudly noted before, this is my first 3rd place finish. Podium! That's sounds much better than 'came in 3rd in a 3 man race'. Now on to Negril in December where if all goes well, Larry, Dan and I will celebrate in fine style on the beach after Reggae Marathon 2012.
Until next time...