Getting ready to bring up the rear of the 48th annual Peachtree Road Race in Atlanta, now billed as the world's largest 10k. Looking back, I ran my first one at 23 years old in 1980, and haven't missed that many over the years. It's not so much an athletic event for me as a social one these days, but for sure I feel very fortunate to be running it 37 years on.
Technology being what it is today, my wife was able to track my location on her iPhone. I received a call right as I crested cardiac hill at about the 5 mile mark. She says, "Please move to the right of course if you'd like to see your children."
After the race, a few beers, a big lunch, and a long nap, we opted taking the kids to see Despicable Me 3 (two thumbs up). The local precip threatened any attempt at catching one of the large organized fireworks displays.
When we got home, the rain had subsided enough for the neighbors to renew the celebration with vigor. What ensued was an impressive, if somewhat unorganized launch of pyrotechnics. That along with sparklers on the deck, made for a pretty good show for 4 and 6 year olds.
Later my wife and I reflected that we have a lot to be thankful for.