My Dear Tom Holland

I woke up this morning and quickly went back to sleep.  It's my day off of work, it's raining, I have no appointments, so why stay awake?

Eventually, I go from sleeping there to laying there, and I got up.  Then I remembered you.  And I wan'ted to put you off, but with the weather looking worse, I decided to go run.

I checked your Appendix --apparently I should run three miles today.

I stretch a bit, adjust the Nano and go out.

I don't run right away--I never do, Tom.  Or perhaps you don't know that.  Reguardless of your expectation of me, my tradition has been to walk the first half mile of any outting..  Eventulally I will walk a half mile THEN run three. but at week two --our methods are still geling.

I run a bit and the Nano says--You've gone one Kilometer.

That's nice--  I'll keep running, and hopping puddles, snow and  slush. 

I wind my way through town and past houses I considered buying.

my shins hurt Tom darling, but I'm going to keep going because I keep thiking of my niece Katie who --inspite of being too youong to run the half marathon with me--has resolved to train with me.Nano  announces in the middle of a counting crows song that I'm at 2 kilometers.

I wonder what that means exactily--having never been taught metric system.

I keep running around town and eventually I go past the physical therapy office that helped me with my bad leg--so that i could run again--I wave to the people using the treadmills and arm bike, and Nano announces I have only 600meters to go--I decided that the pizza place is about that far--guessing incorrectly, and having to run around it to the back of the building before I hear Nano annocunce that I ame done for the day.

just 14 more weeks to go Tom.