O youth and beauty
As Cash Bentley in the John Cheever short story, we harriers come the approaching New Year, would begin with ardor the training, the lining up the furniture in the living room if you will, for the hurdle race, the race being the March 15k River Run. Lately with the shedding nearing twenty pounds, the old legs again want to break into a trot on the morning walk. In the mists I have this urge to surge, to overtake Joe, Jim, Bob and Roger up ahead, to embrace them upon the awards ceremony field again, to share the sponsor beer and toast another race well run.
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