The memory below was three years ago. I can’t believe three years have passed. Soon I will be running again. My knee continues to heal.
My sweet (twenty-three year old) neighbor asked me if I would like to go for a walk. Yes, of course. Three or four hours later I drag myself out of the house.
Four miles later, intervals-walking/running, we return home. Once we finished our little outing, I was glad I got out.
Four miles isn't a big deal. Throw in running, and I'm a weenie. But I did it. Did I say she has long legs?
A man originally from Bulgaria moved to the Wild West. He does the I'm-crazy-and-I've-lost-my-mind hundred mile runs.
Amazing people, here, in The West.
#goodneighbors
#giterdone
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