Hard road rarely flat.
Old man’s pavement never soft.
I must keep going.
Age wrinkles the body. Quitting wrinkles the soul. – Douglas MacArthur
He had decided upon awaking just this early dawn that every morning he woke was a victory. A win worthy of celebration.
The old man celebrated by going for a run.
Walter Elliot offered, “Perseverance is not a long race; it is many short races one after the other.”
Each day had become just that, a short race.
He was moving as fast as he could. One foot in front of the other. Day after day.
Looking forward to the next waking morning.
Another starting gun.