Now I really do feel like a slacker.
Six things I saw on my run yesterday:
- A beaver swimming down the river
- A great blue heron, lifting from the water's surface through the fog
- The sunrise
- My breath
- The first lilacs of the season
Our friend died peacefully yesterday afternoon. He'd been in a deep coma since at least Friday morning, and yet still didn't want to miss anything. One of his daughters likes to say he "didn't travel," and he didn't. We're so sad here.
Six days until race day.