I ran over 3 miles on Saturday and got up did a bit over 2 this morning. Maybe, just maybe I can start to do a little build up. Slow and steady. Slow and steady. My old body looks and feels like this first picture of Norman. All of the young pups are tormenting me and causing my old legs to putter out.

I am hoping I will revive and get back in the game a little bit. Maybe I can make everyone else carry a big stick.

Then I might be able to let the wind blow in my face as I fly down the road.

Happy Trails my compatriots!!!