I got out this AM for four miles along the Ridgeview Trail.
There have been a few of the HS kids that have been pretty dedicated over the "off-season," and so I met up with three of them this AM at the start (and then they took off as I did my slow jog well behind them) and saw them in the parking lot at the end for a light stretch.
These three are probably the most committed to training. It is understandably fairly challenging for most of the kids right now: track is not expected to officially start until late April or May, it is a Saturday morning on the holiday break, it was 20 something degrees, and there is a good amount of discouraging to do any sort of collecting due to COVID.
My Achilles was not happy but I was sort of surprised at how it didn't feel incredibly bad. So I will take that.
Catching up I guess on things that happened since I blogged over the summer ... Lucy passed. It was not surprising as she was 14 and 1/2. She had been expected slowly physically declining with age, but in the last year, she had begun to lose a good amount of her vision, and was close to completely deaf. Then she started to have seizures. At first real minor ones, but they too grew and it was clear that it was time as so she didn't suffer.
I had all the feelings one typically has when they lose a dog like this and one that has been a part of their life, well, for about a 1/3 of it. She and I shared thousands of miles, and it is hard to not think of her catching a frisbee on the fly as I hucked it 80 yards down a soccer field.
About the same time she passed, I came across the Chris Stapleton tune "Maggie's Song." It struck of course, and I wanted to play it. It must have been the first 100 tries before I could get through it without breaking up.
