I am on old war plane . . .

I headed out this morning at 5:15AM for a short 3 mile run. My goal was to be quick like a fighter jet. By mile one my engine was still getting the kinks out. My right hip would sputter, my left ankle would creak, my shoes would feel like they needed tied (again) and the playlist I chose for this 3 mile "flight" didn't seem fitting. I realized that I am like one of those old war planes that they sometimes feature on the History Channel. Not flashy, just determined and dependable - - a "work horse" of sorts (like a fullback). I am the war plane that takes a little extra runway to get going but once in air will refuse to stop unless my wing gets clipped by enemy fire OR God just says its time to stop flying and swoops me out of the sky. When I was younger, if I had ran, my personality would have dictated that I would have been more like one of the more sleek and furious fighter jets. The kind employed for quick and deadly 3 mile missions. Oh, but with age comes wisdom. My wife reminds me, my physical therapist reminds me and for the first one mile of every run,the "old war plane" that is my body reminds me that slow and long is better than no flight at all. I have 6 miles tomorrow to run  . . it is only 6:00AM TODAY and I already can't wait until tomorrow. Until that time . .I will put this poor body in the hangar and oil myself with water and gatorade. Need to sign off - -I am trying too hard to be clever now!