I awoke to assess my condition to find no unwelcome effects from the day before so I decided to maintain my momentum and harness the dog again for round two. Molly's getting the hang of this new routine. (I don't get my neck snapped back from the recoil of the leash when I stop and take in the scents of my fellow canines and he the man doesn't get his shoulder dislocated at my sudden stops due to my uncontrollable pursuit of those irrestistible smells).
We took off in the opposite direction as before but equally determined. The sounds of my wheezing was syncronized with the the pounding of my cross trainers on the pavement. While the rest of the country was digging out of one of the worst storms of the decade, sweat freely ran down the 49 year old face of a man desperate to not go down without a fight. Again we made it home and like a junkie waited in anticipation for the endorphin release that was to come. For the first time in years I drove to work (45 minutes) and sang along to music. I didn't know I still knew the words to "Fernando".
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