Emily & I signed up for a half-marathon today. On April 12th. In Atlantic City. That runs along beachfront for several miles.
~11 weeks to whip it, whip it (into) good (shape).
Pushing father & faster this year than I have ever before. In all aspects. Groundwork has been laid; stability achieved; now, time to P U R S U E.
I refuse to be my past; rather, I intend to beat it. Beat the odds. Every liberated decision I get to make now, of my own free will, is a blessing of the highest order. I’ve never been incarcerated, but I can guess how it feels to be freed from a cell & walk forth a changed man. And for that, today, I’m grateful.