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Eight At Eight

Eight At Eight

Describe one of your favorite moments.

It was September 8 many years ago. I remember the smell of the paper plant nearby and the fragrance of saltwater from the James River entering the bay. It was the day I entered my first organized, running race.

The event was the Carters Grove miler. It was a beautiful shaded course that ended in Colonial Williamsburg. I don’t remember much about the actual running of the race other than being extremely happy. The rolling Hills were pleasing to me and a saltwater marshes, beautiful My eyes welded up as I was just happy to be out and rather healthy again.

I started running five months previous . I remember crossing the finish line. I was new to Williamsburg and I went to the race with my friend Eeeeeed. I was also elated that I had a good friend to share these experiences.

We soon met William Geary also known as the ancient marathoner. He was still into his 70s cranking out races.

Our daughter ran a half marathon yesterday. I still get as emotional even though it’s not me running. Running does that to you?

One response to “Eight At Eight”

  1. vermavkv Avatar

    What a beautiful and heartfelt memory. 🙏🏽

    You’ve captured so much more than a race—you’ve preserved a moment of gratitude, friendship, healing, and renewal. The details of the saltwater air, the shaded course, and the joy of simply being healthy enough to run again make this deeply moving.

I would love to hear you opinion as well

I’m Mark

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.

A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.

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