I run. Well, these days, that’s almost a lie. Not really. But, I’d be shame-faced to call myself a runner to fellow runners. Sure, I have a valid excuse—or ten, for real!—but it doesn’t really matter.
It’s not so much about the mileage. Sigh. It’s complicated. Let’s just say, I’m doing my best. I’ll walk it if I have to. Hell, I’ll crawl if I must. I’ve decided. I don’t want to be a prisoner of my head and it’s quirks. I’ll puke on the side of the road if it acts up. I’ll be damned if I get sidelined because I cannot “compete.” I never did strive with others, so why start now?
As the Suncreen says “the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself.”
P.S. Yes, I’ll probably quote the Sunscreen more often than you might consider cute. I’m not cute. Deal with it.