A day of rest (not as prescribed by any training program because I don't follow one) is what I needed today. Although, I did walk down the Lochside trail past Roy, who still looks magnificent, and still stuck in that magical age. I always wonder how many souls Roy has seen and how many secrets he holds. On most of my runs past Roy I give him the hey Roy ! or Roy !!! or the nominal nod to say I see your still out here. Roy does not care what the weather is doing, he wears natures brunt and doesn't move an inch. Instead he gazes into some distant thinking deep thoughts - not the satircal kind. I am not envious of Roy as I still haven't adjusted to the weather and if it pouring rain, I prefer the comfort of my Jacket, mittens, toque and long pants. Roy is the statute of the MAN on the trestle where as my daughter says: the "grumpy old troll lives".
Training for the day despite the normal rest - 45 min walk - 10 mins with 25 pounds of testostrone joy on my shoulder. Where is your Roy?
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My Roy is any number of Rodin sculptures, or perhaps the little man inside who wants always to stay 30, but whom time ravages nonetheless.
coming soon - - you will meet Rodin altough time knows no boundaries. stay young at mind and the rest will follow.
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