It’s been a long time; a long lonely long time.

It’s January 14. Since January4 I have run once: 5.8 miles along Riverwalk in San Antonio. I have fallen off the wagon but not without some drama.

I had it all working until I went to Texas. Despite a short but delightful phone conversation with Runner Susan from the Dallas airport, I could not muster a running routine when faced with the Army schedule I had to embrace. From crack of dawn until late at night we were on the move to learn all you can fit into a day about Army medical training, research and care at Ft. Sam Houston.

The second day was spent at Stinson Airfield waiting to cross one off the bucket list as I jumped tandem with the U S Army Parachute Team Golden Knights from 14,000 feet. I still have flashbacks of the fragmented thoughts I had throughout. The video doesn’t make me tense up any more, after showing a hundred times. It was intense; and it was cold!

The next day was taking in the pre-game and spectacle of the U S Army All American Bowl high school all-star football game. With the ensuing travel home, the tiredness and the inevitable cold I developed, I have not run since the Riverwalk run on the night I arrived in San Antonio.

So what. I had a memory for a lifetime.

I’ll go out and run tomorrow.