A woman passerby was mocking my running form this morning, making fun of my slow prance that’s barely faster than a walk. I must look somewhat ridiculous trying to maintain my balance with high steps and awkward arm movements. I’ve always been conscious of my form, especially when I was competitive. At this stage, it takes everything I have to keep moving forward – style be damned! I’m sure everyone thinks that I’m going to fall over like Laugh-In’s Artie Johnson on his trike, yet I somehow kept going on this day #4904. Five thousand consecutive days are within my sights, so sometime in September my streak will reach that milestone. Next week, I should move up another notch, #401, on the all time list of streak longevity.
Breakfast these days consists of Gatorade Zero and eighteen pills, including vitamins and supplements. I’m usually drained and soaked in sweat before I jump in the pool for a few laps after 3.1 miles in the heat. My chiropractor has prescribed pills to remove uric acid from my body and to stimulate my adrenal gland. These account for half of my daily medication. My doctor also has me on a combination of cholesterol and blood pressure regulators as part of my daily regimen. Advil and Tylenol help with the stiffness and soreness.
It takes a lot to keep this 70-year old antique together. However, I’m doing great compared to similar specimens. I see lots of canes, wheel chairs, walkers, and knee braces when I’m out and about in the morning. A little teasing about my awkward running form is a small price to pay. I was able to get in 95-plus miles this past month, despite the tendency for my GPS to unexpectedly shut down on occasion, shorting me a few miles. It happened again this morning, giving me credit for half the distance that I covered in my unorthodox prance.
I’ve reached the point now where I can no longer reference things that happened in the year related to my post number. Here I am writing Post #2023 and thinking about the future. We do have specific plans for next year including an Arizona Spring Training trip, a Nile River Cruise, a long drive into Maine, and maybe a family get together in Tahoe to make up for the fire last year that caused us to cancel. My health will be the biggest concern, and I will know more after next weeks consultation with a cardiologist. I’ve yet to have any kind of surgery in my life, but coming up soon is a minor eye procedure that will require some skin removal and the potential for repairs to a lower aorta aneurysm that was discovered years ago. I also face my ten-year colonoscopy that will put me under for a short time. In other words, my future involves a lot of poking and prodding.
I would much rather focus on the travel rather than the doctor appointments. However, my seventy year old body does require some attention. I will continue to try to run every day despite these obstacles even if it means a treadmill or ship deck. Even though I fight the urge to quit every single morning, it’s the positive force that keeps me going. The Florida heat and winds are now a factor but this morning it was overcast with the threat of rain. I finished my familiar 5k route to make it 4,878 consecutive days. It did start to pour in the middle of my swim, so I did cut that a bit short.
We had another successful “Meet The Neighbors” gathering last night. A year ago was the very first Borrego Street party in a driveway down the street. We then hosted the second one in the sweltering June heat with a band playing in our garage. My wife then volunteered to organize our regular get togethers at the nearby clubhouse in air conditioned comfort or under the poolside pergola with a breeze off the pond. The band played again last night to celebrate our ninth time together as a group. In addition, there have been community functions, Borrego Boyz luncheons, a retirement party, a brunch, dinner parties, impromptu driveway meet-ups, and several birthday parties where we’ve had the opportunity to make great new friends.
I’ve started another streak…this time with the game Wordle where I’m now 23-0 but remaining humble. Obviously, I’ve only been playing for less than a month, but supplementing it with Quordle that is much more challenging, having stumped me a couple of times already. The running streak of course continues, but poor Tally got sick on my office rug. I didn’t notice it until after my first couple of preparation stretches when I felt some moist spots on my back. I had laid right in it, so there was a delay getting started this morning. It was a rough way to begin my Sunday, especially after finding out that my nephew’s youngest son had to be air-lifted out of Cancun to Miami for medical reasons. He’s recovering at Joe DiMaggio Children’s Hospital after a couple scary nights in a Mexican facility that required cash in advance for treatment. It was apparently a costly vacation.
I went to a retirement party last night about ten houses down from us. After just one year in this neighborhood, we’ve made lots of friends and gone to many parties where I can drink and walk home. The alcohol messes with my sleep, so it was a restless night. All I have on my agenda today is more baseball, the Long Beach Indycar race, and The Masters. I’ll be fighting Tally for the chair in my office, where she’s laying right now. Maybe I’ll go outside to watch once it warms up a bit? It was a little chilly in the pool this morning.
I got a call from one of my Portland buddies during the party last night. He was joking that he had an extra ticket for the annual Old Timer’s Baseball dinner. I doubt that I’ll make the 3,000 mile trip but will see my friends in Portland this September before our Alaska cruise. Atlanta Brave’s Hall of Famer, Dale Murphy #3, is the guest speaker in his home town, and I’ve asked them to get me an autographed copy of his book titled Murph. The event is in two weeks, so I’ll be in touch that night. Last time we attended, most of us all nodded off after the speakers droned on. We’re hoping that Dale will be more entertaining. A giant mural of him is on our neighborhood stadium where the Braves host Spring Training every year. Keep them awake Murph!