Sunday, November 29, 2009
On Saturday, November 21, 2009, I ran/walked (mostly walked) a 5K with my daughter and granddaughter. Three co-workers were there too. It was a gorgeous day (crisp, no wind, the sun was shining), we were in a beautiful forest preserve, the trail was great, the people were super nice, there were pancakes after. Wouldn't have changed a thing - well, maybe one. I came in toward the back of the pack just ahead of the moms with racing strollers, the college students with toe injuries and the lady with "two new knees". I used to be a fast runner but with an extra 30 pounds (and years) I'm way more like the tortoise and not so much like the hare. I think I've detected a bit of competitiveness in myself that ruined my accomplishment. It also made me say, "What's the use?" It's time to go back and read John "The Penguin" Bingham's books. Maybe *The Courage to Start* would be the best. And back to the gym and time to start the strength training in earnest. And, of course, get the junk out of the cupboards (again). But (most importantly) time for an attitude tune-up. Here I go again.