I missed doing my regular 389 pushups today because I went in to have my chalazion removed. The procedure lasted all of 3 seconds -- a quick incision, and voila!
The funniest thing is that the doc said that chilazions come back in the same place about 50 percent of the time, which means it's likely I'll soon be back to being extraordinarily ugly rather than my usual ordinary ugly. But for today, the patient is recovering and doing well. Thank you, Lord.
I am still basking in the joys of last weekend's ultra. Such a build up, such a great day, and then such a great recovery. I love that old Henry Ford quote: "Whether you think you can or think you can't, you're right." Last weekend I had to replace negative mantras ("You're not strong enough for this") with positive ones ("Take it one mile at a time"). Getting past 65 is so liberating in so many ways. You don't care what people say or how you look. Today I feel renewed, young, and ready to go out for a nice long run. Don't act your age. Act how you feel. I cheer as loudly for the last place finisher as I do for the first place finisher, for the older runners and for the younger runners alike. That's the beauty of our sport. Everyone gets to play and everyone feels welcome.
That's my "wisdom" for the day. Time to go out and feed the animals.