I ran up on my own shadow under a street light early this morning and it gave me pause.

What the hell is an elderly man doing running around in the darkness for no apparent reason?

I watched my shadow moving to the music in my head and I had to smile.

Why would I do such a thing?

Why would I disturb my dog and leave my comfortable bed at an ungodly hour to put my body through such rigor?

What sort of person, approaching their eighth decade, and without a gun to their head, resorts to this form of self torture?

I had to admit, it feels good. It feels natural.

At that moment I had no aches, no pains and no worries.

All systems go.

My body is fully functioning without the help of a prescription pad or a well meaning medical community.

I can’t say for sure how running will affect my longevity, but I’m pretty sure……the shadow knows. 🙂