"Just a Gratifying Day"

I had a great race number(222), I felt good if a little tired, and it was really nice to stand at a start line again, even if I choose to stand a little further back than in the old days. None of thst really mattered though, as I also had my number one son lining up with me. Who would have thought it, not that long ago? Because not that long ago one of us was almost dead, and the other one was an unemployed drug addict. The almost dead guy is anything but, and the drug addict is a very fit, very successful personal trainer. It only now remained to be seen which of us would take the day.

Well.....I kicked junior's everlasting ass. He never even stayed close. In the end I finished in 49 mins, 56 seconds!!! Remember my goal time? And Peter was a distant 55' 57". I trashed him. He could barely walk. I thought I would have to carry him home! Cant you see the fatigue in his eyes?




But wait a minute he said. There are many different types of fitness, and he then proceeded to prove he wasn't quite as trashed as I may have suggested.









Yes...the boy can "bench press" his old man. And fairly easily I might add. Is it obvious how happy this makes me?

I choose the dedicate day 39 to my brother Larry....who I wish lived closer to me....we could run together.

"Running is the greatest metaphor for life, because you get out of it what you put into it." -Oprah Winfrey

love
peter