running into my age
The older I get the more I appreciate running like my dog Jack does. I don't whine and run around and hump things while I am waiting for my friend Becky to show up in the morning, but I view my runs more as fun than as a competition and not something I have to do. Well, actually, I do have to do it if I am going to appreciate the day. I don't feel complete without being out there at 540 AM and somedays when I see runners on my way to work on days I don't get to run, I envy them. I even have bad thoughts of running them over or something but of course think better of it. I find that I take more time to sniff things (mostly the air), and look and listen instead of getting lost somewhere in the future (what I need to do that day at work) or back in the past (things I could have done to be a better mother, wife, etc). I don't stop to pee on bushes but I let Jack do it as much as he wants. I am trying to stay in the now. It could be because I am getting more enlightened beca...