There's an old adage that the best writers "show, not tell." Well, sometimes the mediocre do too. I trudged to the top of Lake Miramar to capture the early evening sun setting...because it beat running in the 88-degree heat instead.
Never Is Too Late
I was tempted to do a recap of the year just finished and a roundup of goals for this one. And, of course, I was going to post this around January 1. Then I thought: Why? Why not wait until, say, January 28? Maybe by then I will be a little more confident in achieving what I set out to do. Maybe I’ll have already abandoned or adjusted practices that proved too flimsy to follow, too stubborn to shake. Then my list will be more reasonable, less reckless. You see, January 1, while providing an unspoiled calendar upon which to dream and plot and pretend to be in charge, is really just a date. Granted it’s a date many of us go through hungover (from too much drinking) or hungry (from starting a new diet) or hurting (from overdoing the new exercise program), but that discomfort soon fades as new habits gain hold or old ones return. Still, I think runners in particular are encoded to prepare well in advance to do something big, like finally run a dream r...
