I’m at the point in my life where I appreciate things a whole lot differently.  Old soldiers recognize blessings that a younger man, full of piss and vinegar, is simply too self absorbed to count.  I’ll be 60 on November 28, veteran of the  US Navy.  My hardest battles occurred right here in the Good Life.  And my greatest victories.  And personal growth, thanks mostly to my dearest, sweetest Linda.

Put a bow on it!  At this morning’s track session I had  the pleasure of seeing fruits of labor.

Sam Runde.  2 x 100, 2 x 200, 1 x 400, 2 x 200, 2 x 100.  14.01, 15.15, 32.06, 31.99, 65.7, 31.14, 13.41, 15.31, 12.88 (!).  Not your typical 14 year old.

Jackson Runde. 2 x 100, 2 x 200, 1 x 400.    20.25, 20.58, 38.87, 38.43, 79.67 (!).  Not your typical 11 year old.

Caitlyn.  Flying 50s like nobody’s business.

Their gift to me.

Caitlyn and Jackson getting ready to enter 7th and 6th grade.

Sam, entering Burke as a freshman.  My gift to Coach Mike Mingo.

I’m more confident than ever that Sam will re-write the distance record books.