Eve of final early Wednesday AM run . . .

The taper has started. Tomorrow morning is the last morning that I have to be on the road at 5:15AM to get my miles in before my day starts. Six miles. A line in a Howard Nemerov poem has stuck with me, "A man may grow strong in his wandering." I can't put a finger on what it is that lives in me that has to do 26.2 miles. I can put a finger on why I love my wife. I can put a finger on why I do what I do for a living. I can put a finger on why I know that there is a God and a Son and a Spirit. Both of my knees have been yelling at me throughout the day. It seems like all I do in my spare time is . . .ice.