nature calls


As it turns out, nature did not give up and stop raining, and I didn’t give up and go inside.

It was fun, in a West Texas/Arizona boys don’t like running in the rain sorta way. Really slow because most of the course was totally underwater. But it was an easy day anyhow, and it was a chance to spend some quality time with the Marmot.

The Prophet Sheehan once said, “For every runner who tours the world running marathons, there are thousands who run to hear the leaves and listen to the rain, and look to the day when it is suddenly as easy as a bird in flight.”

Amid the puddle hopping, I listened to the rain. And I look to that day when I can fly. Here’s to suspense.

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