in an unusual meteorological twist,
the weather is lovely and truly spring-like.
I’ve turned another year older,
(belated birthday giveaway coming soon)
given my porch rocker its first workout of the year,
and eaten my fill
of PW’s Chocolate Cake.
With all this spring fever and chocolate,
I should be sharing
in the spirit of renewal and hope
budding out all around.
March never makes me feel like that.
Instead, I confess
too little exercise and too little sleep,
and a host of other things, large and small,
have made March feel like Mile 13 of a marathon.
My Father is speaking to me:
So I keep running.
How’s your race this week?