Day 22

As I’ve noted before, running is probably the sport that is closest to therapy. 

Swimming is meditative (kind of, since you are also trying not to drown), competitive sports like basketball and tennis don’t lend themselves to conversations (except when you’re playing the dozens against the guy who’s guarding you, or calling your opponent “Patty Melt” because he (i.e. me) was too slow to chase down a drop shot), and I keep getting told to be quiet during my workouts with Art at the gym.

But once you get your wind, running is like being next to a friend in the car on a long road trip with a broken radio. What else are you going to do but talk?

So when Josh came over to me on the couch and asked if I was planning to walk last night (I wasn’t), I agreed to go.

And we spent the whole time talking. It was really nice, just talking about stuff for an hour. What about?  Can’t tell you - runners privilege.

But I can say that my time was quite good for a walk that wasn’t really about walking. So thanks, son, for getting your old man off the couch for some sub-16 walking!