It's funny but the simple fact is when I don't run I miss it.
I can go without breakfast (not coffee!) but on a running day (I've been running year-long on alternate days for the past thirty-six years) I can't not get into my gear: tension hose to guard against shin splints (and ease swelling in my bad, left leg), Brooks Defyance neutral sneaks, orthopedic insoles that have calmed my interdigital neuritis, cap, shorts, and wife beater in summer and early fall, and go out the door, often with Thurber, my boon companion when I'm off-road in Prospect Park, loping beside me at times, at others in seeming manhunt mode, his hunting instincts piqued as we move through woodland trails and over meadows and up the hillside paths that take me on my runs without race goals, a place I've been through most of these past thirty-six years.
My Boston Marathon 2012 behind me, I'm looking forward to the fall and winter and spring and summer when I'm sure I'll come upon my next race goal. In the meantime, it's back to basics: running, reading and 'riting.
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