This morning I was feeling guilty. Like I really am cheating when I don't run in the morning and instead count a regular run as my daily mile.
Then I find out this afternoon that my cousin Andy died on Friday.
NOW I feel real guilt. I live maybe 3 miles from his home, yet I didn't even know he's been sick since 2005.
After hearing the news all I could think of was how much I needed tonight's run. A "Therapy" run.
Amazing how talking it over, and running it out helps.
Mile #9 dedicated to Andy Cannon, see you on the other side of the finish line.