In the part of my mind that stores perfect memories lives the October of my childhood. I see the warm grey of the sky, orange pumpkins dotting quiet porches, with brilliant red and gold maple leaves fluttering in the crisp air to the ground.
It has been about 67 days, give or take. Today I caught up with my laundry. Caught up—as in washed, dried and folded in neat piles stacked safely across every available flat surface far away from the snip snapping teeth of my new, not quite 6-month old German Shepherd/dragon mix. Folded laundry, put away in dressers or hung on hangers gives me the illusion that my life has some sort of order.
Begin running north of your mid-30s, taking on a 7-mile leg of the original Lewis and Clark marathon?
Run your own half marathon the following year?
Challenge yourself to complete the 19-plus miles Bridger Ridge Run over steep and rocky terrain with your dog, Boone?
Heck yeah! Why not?
Raise $8000+ annually for national, statewide and local nonprofit organizations and dog-related causes?
Already done. Thanks to Karin Caroline.