1966…me and my younger sister. In our downstairs family room, or as we called it, the TV room.
i love running and have been doing it since shortly after learning to walk.
dad
Funny how life has dealt me a hand that for the past five-ish years has made running impossible.
Then, perhaps seven months ago, i was finally able to reach a ‘potential comeback place’ whereby i was running daily, multiple intervals of nearly 100 meters at 6:00/mile pace.
Enter a month-long Glacier trip (exceptional walking but no running) and two retina-tear-repair surgeries which netted a six-month running hiatus.
Lost all physical conditioning.
Two dozen years of consistent, constant, high fitness.
Never in a million years did i think i would not be a runner.
Yet here we are.
Yesterday, in Australia, i jogged through two separate intersections.
This is a simple milestone.
i consider it a gift.
Thank you, Universe.
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Kids are climbers, jumpers, tumblers, rubber bands it seems, and they sleep like a boss. Ps. There are exceptions to every rule, and this photo caption is about the generalities.
Find a million ways to sustain and improve your childlike energy, flexibility, and desire.
dad
Adults are always telling children to walk, don’t run.
A kid runs everywhere.
To the water fountain.
To the playground.
To their friends.
To whatever is next.
Sometimes, they even skip.
Ask them to sit crisscross applesauce on the floor, and they have no issues quickly standing up again.
Ask a 60 year old to sit crisscross applesauce on the floor and then get up quickly.
Find a million ways…
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