Sunday I drove to Bethel Beach, parked my car and went for a run.
Weekend temperatures were in the sixties, but here at Bethel Beach,
directly on the bay, the wind contributed to a slight chill.
I ran long enough to convince myself that whatever I'd done was better than nothing.
And it was.
But ever since my car accident, I've noticed that certain basic things seem more difficult.
The lesson learned is that I can't stop moving.
Once I stop, Old Age tries to take over.
I'm not stopping.
I will fight Old Age.