I was back on track today following the visit to the chiropractor yesterday that allowed me to complete the 3.1 mile routine sporting my new Brooks shoes. It was time for a fresh start after weeks of frustration and a rare couple of minimum mile runs to maintain the streak. In fact, I can’t remember the last time that I only ran a little over a mile on two consecutive days. To be quite honest, I felt like a failure yesterday in having to resort to the shorter route. It’s typically reserved for mornings when I’m up early to catch a flight or have a meeting to attend. However, it was a necessary break considering how stiff and sore my legs felt and how much I began to regret getting out of bed to stretch and run. 

Babysitting duty was delayed a week and our entertaining duties are complete, so “Tourist Thursday” should go off without a hitch. The work crews are done and  driveway is now wide enough to accommodate an extra car, a hassle we experienced with our weekend guest, moving cars around to get out of the driveway. I also cemented plans for a future guest with admission tickets for the Kennedy Space Center in November. It brings back unforgettable childhood memories of both the moon landing and JFK assassination with the renaming of Cape Canaveral in his honor. It’s a tour I’ve meant to do for many years now, so it will be great to share the experience with a dear friend and my wife. 

My wife made arrangements for my first ever pedicure later this month. I’m embarrassed to say that bending over to cut my toenails is what aggravated my lower back issues. It’s one of many simple duties that I should no longer do by myself, but I’m concerned about other physical limitation plague those of us in our seventies. Pretty soon my retirement days will be labeled “Chiropractor Monday,” “Pedicure Tuesday,” “Neurologist Wednesday,” “Hearing Aid Thursdays.” “Dermatologist Fridays,” and “Urologist Saturday.” I’ll continue to reserve Sundays for something fun, since most medical specialists are closed that day.