I was thinking about all of the good times I've had as a runner. I never liked to be called a jogger.I didn't jog, I ran. I've been to different cities to compete ,I've met Olympians,I've come in last,I've been injured. But I've always had a great time.
Over a period of a month,a friend and I ran a psuedo marathon. We decided that we didn't want to officially run one , so we broke ours into 4 parts. We would meet once a week ,where it was that we had stopped the last time. That was fun .
my over 25 years of running----plantar fasciites,stress fractures ,illio tibular problems,blisters, black toe nails,nasty scraps from falling,sun burn,a couple of encounters with nasty dogs and the biggest insult( at the Marine Corps Marathon in DC . a young
recruit said ,as I slogged by "You are looking good Sir") Those were good times.
Then today, as I was thinking about my history of running, I thought--I can run from one end of Israel to the other and east to west. That is so cool.
I better get
my running shoes on and start training because It is never too late to do what you love and in a place that you love.See you at the starting line.