On this day between Good Friday and Easter, I completed a good nine-mile run, the farthest I have gone in six months, and capping off a 22-mile week at that. I have to admit that it was a little daunting to see Anthony this morning, however, fresh from his marathon last weekend, telling me that he had done pretty well until "the wheels came off at Mile 24." Hah! Those were good days when Mile 22 was a point one reached in a single run rather than the total for the entire week! Best not to dwell on past glories right now.
Still, I am pleased with this progress. A beautiful Spring morning, surrounded by friends, the sun ducking behind scattered morning clouds coquettishly, and the great high chorus of birds all around us practicing their Easter anthems from the just-flowering trees. "It's all a common glory," as Emily Dickinson said.
Another page ambitiously dog-eared in the book of my recovery!
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