|What? Could it be? My moo?|
I think nostalgia got the best of me. My first (and only) half was ran just days after dad passed away, and done mindfully, with him and I and J guiding my way. It was the most wonderful, focused, meditation I have ever had. And I miss it. And I want it back. So, off we go. Far from a streak, but I am coming up on a week - 7 consecutive days with at least a mile in the books. And the Moo to cheer me on.