Heard someone deliver a sermon on "transitions" ... It was nice! hopeful! New way, she intimated, of looking at her life ... her first son was just married ... about to become empty-nester. We Last Quarter daredevils, on the other hand, have long said goodbye to our kids ... grandkids have come as the next redeemers and they've turned out to be come as they wants. One Poet Laureate recommended that we "live in the layers, not the litter" ... I could go for that, too. Or as my Father years ago would say to Marsha, his daughter in law, if he wanted to eat something that was out of arm's reach at the table: Lemme see some of that.
I haven't run for a year until just recently. Just barely running 2/3 of mile compared to what had been 4-6 miles each day until I began breaking metatarsals Summer of 2010. Sometimes, it feels like transitions and at other times it feels like walking blindfolded over a cliff.
Did feel great to go out in the cool early morning Fall air ...
Think I'm gonna do that .... each morning! a run, however short, out in the World of which I'm still a part. Maybe I can end each day with a similarly brief ride on one of my 1974 pedal bikes ... they deserve to breathe, too.
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