Thursday, August 5, 2010

Finger in the Fire

Early morn before daylight, getting ready for my long run. In this heat, even early, it will hurt. Getting out there is something like sticking my finger in the fire. Why do it then? Maybe I do it partially because when I talk to those folks at my Mother's nursing home, most say they wish for something more than the usual and routine. I do it partially because I need this run to build to my half ironman. I do it mostly though, because I have promised myself. And so I am off to partake of a beautiful sunrise and face the flames. Maybe I should wear gloves?