Not sound of mind. Or just plain ornery. Or worse, both.
I’m burdened with the labors of dealing with some muy locos. Not all of them are included in our wonderful running community. Some are even closer. Real Life.
Imagine arriving at what should be your best years, enjoying the fruits of decades. You scrimp and save and sacrifice anticipating a comfortable if not pampered retirement.
Then the winds change. You realize the journey was even more solo than you imagined. Your former now endeavoring in ruin, at all costs, personal and professional, insisting on and orchestrating wholesale loss. Cra Cra.
When I embarked on this chapter I knew there would be hell to pay, that much was threatened and promised. And agreed upon. I also knew that no matter what, if anything, was left, that would be preferred and sufficient. That what little remained would be the strong and sound base from which to start anew. Thank Buddha I don’t need much.
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