Ran 5.5miles with my Dad the morning of Memorial Day. For a
70 year old he’s in remarkably good shape; however the sands of time have
slowed his pace noticeably the past few years. Nonetheless he still has the
competitive fire, and is perhaps the toughest runner I’ve ever met… as measured
by the amount of effort he’s able to summon when he lines up for race. Today for us it’s a
pleasant 10:30+ pace, which also serves as an easy day for me.
Looking forward to some days off and downtime from work to
be able to really let it wail down in the verdant countryside of Brunswick
County. So far mentally and physically I’m where I
want to be… spiritually a few paces behind where I’d like to be. Though that tends
to be the toughest element to quantify… yet the most rewarding when we do
experience those seemingly fleeting moments of ecstasy and bliss.
It may be too much to dream about the nights ablaze with
fire... as by day we diligently pursue our excellence. God tends to be in the details, like clicking
off miles in a tempo run at threshold
pace. Sometimes it’s the aahh of wonder after we do what we previously thought
we could not do. Or some new insight we
gain into ourselves or the world around us. An angelic whisper in our hearts.
Maybe it’s like the girl Jen said in Born to Run …that she hoped running more would eventually make her a
better person.
Onward… one step at a time.
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