It was Sunday morning…
I didn’t want to get up at 5:00 AM,
but I did.
I didn’t want to eat breakfast at 5:30 AM,
but I did.
I didn’t want to put on my running gear,
but I did.
I wanted to stay in bed,
under the covers.
I wanted to eat a leisurely breakfast,
peruse my book.
I wanted to snuggle with the fur kids,
steal a kiss or two, or three,
but I didn’t.
It was Sunday morning…
I was out the door before 7:00 AM.
I ran and I ran and I ran.
I heard a chorus of crickets,
and the cicadas sing.
I caught a glimpse of a gaggle of geese.
I watched the fog fade and the sun ascend.
Then I spotted Geneva,
pushing her walker,
down her driveway,
smiling,
waving,
yelling, “You’re so fast!”
And then there was Robert with his Golden Retriever, Max,
remarking, “You sure are a dedicated runner!”
So I ran and I ran and I ran.
I conquered those 11 miles.
I didn’t want to, but I did!
Finished, fulfilled, finalized!
No regrets, no ruefulness!

11 mile training run for Hershey 1/2
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