Today marks one week since my great flame out at the Central Park Marathon. As has been my custom each of the past two years I took this past week off (from running) to allow my legs time to get a bit of rest and relaxation. Even when you run 77% of a marathon as opposed to the actual race distance your legs need a bit of post-race TLC.
This morning I shall do something I love to do: go for a run. I have no set course or pre-determined amount of mileage. I am just going to head out and allow my legs and the macadam beneath them to take me wherever they are going to take me. I neither own nor have access to a WABAC machine. I have no ability to undo what has been done or to do "better" that which I previously failed to do. Perhaps it is better that I do not have Profsssor Peabody's pride and joy at my disposal.
Life is a forward-lived experience after all....
....and at least I got shoes.
-AK
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