Three weeks into this and already the journey has been a tug-of-war. It is amazing how I don't think I am doing good but when I look back, I see that I have done pretty good for an older guy. There is not much to compare myself against. It is hard to know just how good I am doing because folks my age don't usually do this kind of thing. I think I am must not be a friendly person anymore because I don't have as many friends and family. Truth is: most of them are dead or they have succumbed to the expectations of conventional wisdom and have grown more mature by the time they reach my age.
But tonight I feel good about my consistency and am grateful to God for the health, the opportunity, and the passion to do this. I would suppose that as long as I am truly grateful, growing mature isn't yet required.
I ran in a pouring rain today and reveled in it. Except for the slippery footing in the woods on the trail, it was one of the best runs this year. I think for most of us life is just too tame most of the time and that deep inside there is the younger you wanting to get out to experience something to be grateful for; perhas a run in the rain?
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