Now I know how that injured old wildebeest must feel when the rest of the herd runs off and leaves him at the mercy of the lions. That’s exactly how I felt at our Tuesday evening run.

I started out with the group and knew right away that I wasn’t having a good run. I was having difficulty getting my breath and we were just starting! It wasn’t that elephant on your chest difficulty but not being able to get enough air to run. I hope that it’s just the onset of a cold.

So here I am galloping along like the poor isolated wildebeest, waiting for my fate to be sealed by the pride of lions. I probably even looked really bad, and not the Michael Jackson kind. So when you see that runners that look like they’ve forgotten how to run, take pity on them. It only seems like a few races ago that I was that young agile impala bouncing along with the herd.