This morning, co-incidentally on the morning of my 66 birthday, son Darren, daughter Pam, Marilyn and I participated in the Harry Rosen Spring Run Off with a few thousand of our closest and not so closest friends. You were all there too, not physically, but we were thinking about all of you who had so generously pledged on our behalf as we made our way up all those wicked hills in High Park. I just hope your legs and butt don’t hurt right now like mine do. If they do, I apologize, I really do.
It’s been 8 or 9 years since either Mar or I have done a running event like that, back in the late 90’s and early 2000’s we regularily did runs including half and full marathons “for the T-shirts”. Since we started training for this run back in late October while we were still in Edmonton I’ve been wondering if this was going to be a one-off event or whether it would signal the start of a new round of fitness and running. Marilyn is all set to give it another go. I’m going to wait until the afore mentioned butt and legs feel better and then think about it from there.
It’s funny, I remembered all the good times but over the years I completely forgot about the pain.
I better not think about it too long; I see the 10 km Peach Bud is on in Grimsby on June 28.
Maybe just one more.
I’m thinking the last time