NEAR TO REAL

Still bumping in to old friends that are shocked that I no longer run.  But I did run 1 mile yesterday.  Gifted myself.  Nothing more than a quick shuffle truth be told.  Nothing hurt, was it Real Running?

My entire running career hinged on suffering.  My definition of success inextricably woven into the amount of pain I could endure.  Peers of my youth knew best how deep and dark I could go,  successes didn’t  stem from natural talent.  Its been a long time.  Remember and feel  it in my bones like it was a moment ago.   I still crave it.

Ninety  days plus or minus from my  59th trip.  That one fire,  still smoldering, filling dreams with fleet and light and anguish and  exhilaration.  As Near to Real as it gets anymore.