If the actuarial tables are to be believed, I’m almost dead.
To the medical community I should be rocking on my porch with an ice tea and comfy slippers.
At this stage I have nothing to prove, and no one to prove it to.
But at 3:00 am my internal alarm goes off and the battle begins.
Why get up? Why go running down the road in the wee hours?
No one will know, no one will care and no one will be the wiser.
It’s not gonna matter in the long run.
It’s just me and and my biggest critic…me.
I have been overriding my own objections for years and that won’t stop until the final verdict.
Toward the end of my nightly run and my legs are ready to quit, there’s a shortcut I can take that will have me punching my garage door combination in minutes.
But I never take it.
The high I get from winning that battle stays with me all day.
I am experiencing that high right now.
Until tomorrow….
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