Today is not a good day. I just returned from the early morning start of the annual Imogene Pass Run. I wished Marathon Man Leonard a good race, luck, and fair weather on top. I know Imogene well, it is the 17.1 mile race I last participated in three years ago at age 59. 9, not to mention numerous other times preceding that.
So no, today is not a good day. It's not a good time to have an L-5, S-1 disc missing from one's aching back, nor the resultant withered-to-useless calf muscle... heel, knee and hip grief that stand in the way of the way I thought I'd be living out my golden years, which is on the run.
I'm having a pity party... feeling blue... straddling a razor wire fence between resentment, that I should be out there on the starting line with a number on my chest and adrenaline coursing through my veins, and graditude, for being alive and still able to plod and crank my way to heaven's wild flowered gate. Life teems with half-full glasses. Today, mine is half empty.