Summer's my time to run. Run here, there, around the neighborhood, through the park, going solo or with family and friends. I'm always dashing somewhere. This week we dashed to Gettysburg to settle Johnny into his freshman year at college. Next week, we dash down to Hot'lanta for Mimi's senior year. Life keeps dashing by me. But I'll forever be young, as I get the pleasure to teach high schoolers with autism in a local public school of excellence. Each morning I start the day with a run to clear out the cobwebs and wake up the brain. It's my Me time. My Zone time. time to reflect, gather and inspire myself to be the best that I can be. For the past 20+ years of my 56 year old body, I've been an aspiring runner. Way back I signed up for a 5 miler and only trained for a 5K. And when I say trained, I say it very loosely. Should I have been shocked when my friend and I finished last and next to last for this event? Heck no! My goal has always been to complete, not compete and boy I was so relieved and yes, proud to have finished the course that day. Today I can still run an eight minute mile and keep on going no matter the distance. Well maybe not a marathon, but maybe it's time to contemplate that item on my bucket list. Is there a marathon in New Zealand I can train for?
