I can't quite figure out why people start up blogs. Readership is
very low on most. I mean, who wants to waste their time reading about
someone's boring life?
I decided to start this blog for me, as a chance to document stuff that is important to me.
Every now and then, I have a fun story to tell, but that is pretty rare. Usually, it is the same ole same ole.
I
just returned from spending time with the grandkids. They make me feel
old. They CALL me old. Well, Linus did anyway. He told me I was a
nothing but a dusty ole gramma.
I guess I am a bit old, but I
don't really think I'm dusty! However, this corresponded to my first
year, since 1996, that I have not run at least one marathon. Usually I
run multiple marathons per year. Sometimes I run 50 milers or even 100
milers. But not this year.
Surgery on my heel last January followed by a long, slow rehab. Back to running, but not up to marathon distance yet.
Guess I am just a dusty ole gramma!!
Having been called a dusty ole gramma by 4 year old Linus, I have begun questioning my vitality. Am I really dusty? and old? Or am I still a credible trail runner and ultrarunner, completing mountain races in Colorado, New Mexico and Wyoming?
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