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 I welcome you to join me if you care on my journey for the next 112 days. I expect highs and lows, tears and smiles and perhaps a few things of unexpected happenings.  I'm not a writer but I used to write and when things happen I like to write. Therefore I am a writer. One time in my past I said I wasn't a runner and now that is the thing that sometimes defines me the most. 

Sometimes when you're alone with your thoughts for hours you want to know that someone else can hear you. Deep inside your head. I figure some people may be interested and maybe we can share together on this journey. 

Typically I run alone. I'd love to run with my life partner but he's my number one babysitter so when he's around I get to run. Sometimes my running partner and I don't tell the universe and we get a chance to run together. Once in a while their special moments when I get to run with special people in my mouth never stops moving. But most of the time it's just me. And these runs are without without music since Feb. 1, 2014. The silence is therapeutic. 

I finally feel like I'm back. After what I can only describe as a hippie hiatus in which I ran with the wind, when I felt like it and when I could. Following no plan no set guidelines just whatever happened happened. But the time for a plan has returned. The time of structure and routine and checkmarks in little boxes. 

Running is about numbers. 

So today I mark off my first box. Box one of 64. With the number 6 and a check mark.