In honor of last year's big fat injury, I took my spring tumble on Monday. Melissa and I were running a good pace on trails when I hit a rock. This time my palms absorbed most of the impact. A bit bloody, I walked for awhile then we finished the run.
Turned out to be our fastest time yet.
Come Saturday a year will have passed since my broken foot. I was so bummed to miss the San Diego Marathon. That's why Phoenix still resonates. Down, but up again. Somewhat in keeping with the season.
A blessed Good Friday to those awaiting Easter.
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Okay. Phoenix, fine. Easter--okay.
Please do not, however, set yourself on fire in hopes of rising from the ashes: it's a risky, risky scheme.
--Your Old Lady
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