Running, of course.
Not every day but every other day. It’s surprising how many
times I’ve been asked this question: “Are you still running?”
I say, yes, of course. To the literal question. God bless, I
am still running. I turn 65 next October and have been running since my early
20s. For the most part, every other day: Nine marathons, seven finishers (and
six of those in a row).
Lately, though, I am thinking about my mental state when I
run. Never with headphones, always just me and the road. Much slower and
deliberate than I was years ago.
Still, that is. Still running. As in that word definition:
deep silence and calm, as in the “still” of the night.
And so I hope it will continue. As it does in my other
pursuits: still reading, still writing …
Next: Running for
Your Life: Lonely Hearts
