Just feeling funky so thought I'd let you know. Thirty days away from a heart attack makes the heart grow fonder for friends, sunsets and monarchs that are willing to flit through the sky and do my exercising for me. Pigeons waddle around and poop a lot and unfortunately I still feel like a pigeon. Maybe someday I can again spend more time in the air with the butterfly and less time waddling around.
Hoping someday I'll return to the trails where my tough friends dwell so I can tell them about my setback if they want to listen, and they usually do want to hear from a fellow runner. I suppose it's just one of the responsibilities of running that brings runners together for sometimes brief and occasionally lengthy chats.
Do really good people naturally gravitate to the trails or do ordinary people attack the trails and become really good people?
Swift Sammy
- Sam
- Windy City, Midwest, United States
- Pssst! That's me in the white hat with my friend Larry. We ran a marathon once in San Diego over 20 years ago in the spring of 1998 and boy was it hard work! Whew! Haven't seen Larry since then so I hope he's okay. Guess he's a former friend. I'm a disturbed farm boy who somehow ended up in journalism and now I'm running from it all. Veteran of 6 marathons, many 5ks, 10ks and roughly a dozen half marathons. Am doing yoga on a daily basis and am a certified yoga teacher. My preference is Vinyasa power yoga. Author of one book "The Addict" which could have been called a diary of a damn fool and am researching my second book as I run and do yoga. Nearly all of my research is done internally, which is the most mysterious place to dwell.
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We runners exist in a parallel universe where everyone and everything is wonderful as long as we haul our collective asses off the couch and get out there, even if we're walking! When I'm having a crappy run (which is most of the time, these days), I see everyone else who's out there on the trail, even if they're having crap runs, too, and that makes us great.
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