The last time. Four years ago, almost to the day, I was hurt in a freak accident. The top of a tree blew off in a wind storm knocking me out. I got my first helicopter ride, a concussion, broken collar, 4 broken ribs, collapsed lung, damaged spleen, adrenal gland, right knee and ankle. Just days before I had run 19 miles to bring in the new year. Little did I know it would be my last long run. I had been training to run 60 miles on my 60th birthday in May, it would not happen. I got into cycling to recover, rode 70 miles on my birthday instead. Today I ride thousands of miles a year to stay in shape, but I do not run any more. 'The last time,' has a special meaning for me this time of year.
Harlan Ellison (Seriously, watch that documentary of him: "Dreams With Sharp Teeth." I would have avoided this guy in real life. He wears stress and anger like an aura.)
