The female electronic voice from iPod (Mark VI) earbuds fills my head. "Congratulations, you've completed your 30 minute run." Her words trail off into the early morning darkness near the Costco Wholesale Corporate Lake as I remove them. The metrics are nothing to write home to Jesse James Wise about. Or any other of my fitness freak friends (said with all the love in my heart, by the way) But it's a record for me. Since you don't my history, then you don't understand the impact. I snicker as the tsunami of memories flood my mind with memories from long ago. Why do I run? Because I wasn't competitive or talented enough for ball sports (e.g. football, basketball) or stick-and-ball sports (e.g. baseball, softball, lacrosse) Mind you, I could play and capable enough. I wasn't never good enough for coaches to accept me after tryouts. So I ran, and ran fast. Like the wind! Finally, something I can do and do well. Propel myself through a variety of terr...
My observations and thoughts while being a passenger on Spaceship Earth