Saturday

Last year on this date I ran in Maggie Valley, North Carolina. It was the serenest (most serene?) run of my 2010. Tucked in between the Smoky Mountains I felt like I could run forever. I ran 5 miles today. I ran past a dead bird, a bag of Cheerios and an adult diaper. I did not pick up any of it. I ran down the highway. It is a rush meeting a semi head-on at 60 - 65 mph. It was loud enough to drown out the Kanye beating in my headphones. I am going to run again in the morning. It is Father's Day and I would like to welcome the sun (son) on some country road. After my run I "iced" and took a shower. I feel clean, fit and content; this being the part of the run that I love most. On the aging process, the poet Dylan Thomas wrote: "I will not go gentle into that good night . . ."nor will I my dear drunken Welsh poet friend.