The “Month of Mike” rolls along
bolstered by the news that tests my Mother had earlier in the week
went well.
This week I savored Maryland
Blue Crabs, celebrated my birthday and perhaps equally important sit
at my desk today with the title of “Family Golf God”.
Yes, as confident as my brother Tim
might have been, the Golf Gods are fickle, there was no smiling down
on him Sunday. Though my play was far from stellar it was good enough
to pad my wallet with a five dollar bill transferred from the
vanquished. I am not making predictions but I was pleased if not
shocked by how well I (sometimes) hit the golf-ball.
Following an ugly day yesterday our
fortunes reversed with a picture perfect morning. I headed out with
my running pal Randy for a nine mile run and started to feel like I
have in years past, as if I'm floating along instead of running.
Randy noticed it as well when he announced, “Mike you look real
smooth today”. Our nine miles completed I was ready for more yet
common sense held me back, I have to teach this evening.
The only discomfort felt while running
came from the surgical incisions. Sunday morning I stumbled on the
trails, not falling but extending my trunk forwards in a jolting move
pulling at scar tissue. Top that off with the twisting and turning
from a golf swing and there you have it. I suspect it will be quite
some time before this will fully heal but I tell myself each time I
do this will be, “One Less.”
FMO (Fathers Mothers and Others) run
this weekend, really looking forward to hosting again.
Stay Happy All..... Mike
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