It was good training for my race in May.
I'm so blessed to have running in my life. Running has been my constant companion as I navigate through the years since Becky went home to heaven. The cliche that age is only a number might be beaten to death but it's true. Seventy is the new fifty.
I treat my running like a close friend. I never disrespect it or take it for granted. It is a gift to be nurtured and treasured. Nowadays I run at the same pace. I think of myself as a dependable car with one steady gear. And I'm grateful.
It is a blessing to do what I do. Every day is a gft.