Dying To Run

 Yea, I know that is a weird title but it is one that crossed my mind while running the 70 this past weekend. A couple of us had even mentioned that if it was our time to be with the Lord, well,,,what a way  to go. Seems like a better option than dying a slow death with a horrendous disease or being hit by a Mack truck. Heck, it certainly beats collapsing over the front of your laptop while tying to get just one more job assignment completed.

I hadn't actually planned on a new post this quickly but the comments I read on the AOL web site in reference to the Boston was just more than I could stomach. It seems most of the comments were racist in reference to the Kenyan's winning again. A couple of folks just railed about how stupid runners were in general. I would just be guessing but I would take the bet that most of these folks were probably smoking and eating Twinkies while blasting our sport as a death wish. I do not want to make to many comments about the folks that posted but it sadden me to think about young folks that may have read the post and decided running would never be for them.

So, once again today I decided to take a short run just to see if the old legs were ready for a spin. I was surprised that they actually moved without discomfort. It wasn't a long run but long enough to think about this past weekend again. My runs always provide me the opportunity to search my soul, solve some problems and just dump some of that stress I obtained at the ole laptop. Today was a little different. I started thinking about Mica True. He was a Ultra runner my age. Fifty eight. He was known for his love to run. I thought about the resemblance I had with him. No,  not the ultra trail runner but  our age and the love to run. He went out for a 12 miler and never returned. They later found his body beside a creek on the trail. No signs of trauma, just laying there with his water bottle beside him. I have no idea if Mica knew the Lord so I can't comment as to what happen at the end of that run and his life that day. But I can bet he was doing what he loved and was Ok with dying to run.

I think I am too.