i don’t care about the time i run. i can try all i want, but i doubt i’ll ever be able to run the way i used to. i’m ready to accept that. it’s not one of your happier realities, but that’s what happens when you get older .. one of the privileges given to those who’ve avoided dying young is the blessed right to grow old. the honor of physical decline is waiting, and you have to get used to that reality.
(from haruki murakami’s new book, “what i talk about when i talk about running”)
for all those i once knew who didn’t make it, i vow to accept, no, embrace time’s passage.
