We made a bit of a transition the past few days. After our daily island runs on Aruba - where on one occasion the shoreline of Venezuela was visible - we headed a bit northwest...all the way to Palos Verdes, California.
The runs here are picturesque and the landscape has changed to hills. This morning was a cold run in drizzling rain, but it was refreshing nonetheless. After 25 years of jogging, one learns that all forward motion is good. Each run offers a unique experience and the shift from flat and hot to hilly and wet was a valid transition.
Another birthday has passed and at 52 years old, it's all bonus time. My right knee isn't good, my back is touch-and-go and my energy level is low.
I'm not much for New Year's resolutions, but one is in order for master competitor this time around. It's time to get thin and fit and (somewhat) fast in 2009.
As each new season looms, it's always an awakening. For yet another year, I will live to run once again.