Maybe I’m getting old, but my morning runs have been growing increasingly difficult. Take this morning, for instance. I got outside and pushed out three miles, but I felt heavy and listless, and knew from the outset that three was all I had in me.
The thing that is most disheartening is that it was just a year ago last week that I ran in the Long Beach Island 18-mile run and was in my best running shape in a long time.
Maybe I need a real goal.
iPod: Bill Moyers.
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Hank Kalet is a poet and freelance journalist. He is the economic needs reporter for NJ Spotlight, teaches journalism at Rutgers University and writing at Middlesex County College and Brookdale Community College. He writes a semi-monthly column for the Progressive Populist. He is a lifelong fan of the New York Mets and New York Knicks, drinks too much coffee and attends as many Bruce Springsteen concerts as his meager finances will allow. He lives in South Brunswick with his wife Annie.
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