Run number 5, the distance is getting slightly longer and although not difficult per say; my body is definitely beginning to feel the burn. As gross as it is my lungs are clearing out all the crap that I’ve injested over the last 8 years, and it’s my cross to bare.
This mornings’ run was a little different. Instead of doing my routine rounds at Queen’s Park I ventured down Bay Street and across Gerrard to Allan Gardens, down Carlton Street to Church and then headed North. I finished with a lighter pace up Yonge to where I stay. It was adventurous and if you live in Toronto, you know how crisp and fresh the blistering wind is; the one that comes up the Bay Corridor off of Lake Ontario.
At 9 am, I was without a doubt – awoke.
So if you haven’t helped a child with cancer attend a week at Camp Oochigeas yet, do so here:
I sincerely appreciate ALL of your support, as do the children afflicted with cancer.