Note from self
Note from self: You should blog today. Reply from me: Shut up and go away. Self: It's been three years since you blogged. Some people think you're dead. Me: Buzz off. Don't you know there's a pandemic going on? It's not the time for writing self-congratulatory posts about my rather boring running life. Besides, there are plenty of thoughtful, articulate writers weighing in about our current global challenge, writers with words that enlighten and comfort. Self: Doesn't matter. What happened to the you who used to say, "to be a writer, you have to write"? The same person who used to say, "If youtwant to be a runner you have to run"? Me: Leave me alone. Self: You were out today, and in your run-walk version of motoring you found that the track was open. Now there's a feel-good story: Aging runner woman does a mile in a blazing 16 minutes. By the time she jogs home, she is filled with love for this incredible planed and all her f