I HAVE MOVED

After a lot of thought and consideration -- I have decided to retire One Foot in Reality and leave it as an Archive. I will still monitor it to keep the trolls at bay, but will not be posting here any longer.

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Harold

Saturday, August 17, 2013

What is Important?


After a lot of thought I have decided to move some of best of my old posts from Aging Runnah and A Runnah’s Story blogs, primarily the old reviews, maybe a few of the better posts and race reports that I have written over the years. I have a feeling that at some point, my WordPress.com blogs are simply going to go away and I want to still be able to go back and read some of the stuff I wrote.

If you are reading this blog post, that is why it is has been re-posted here.

Originally posted on: August 17, 2013

This post doesn't have a lot to do with running, but it is part of my story and one that I think many share. I am not writing this to bring anyone down, it is more to clear my head and put together the thoughts that I have running around in my head that just won't stop.

I am feeling a bit melancholy today.

I found out last night that one of my neighbors died back on August 4th. I knew he had terminal cancer and had battled it for the past 10 months, but no one let me know until yesterday (I don't read the obituaries).

Unfortunately, I hardly knew him, we didn't share interests, but we had lived on the same street for over 13 years, said Hi, talked about the weather or waved when driving or walking past one another for all those years.

It is weird how that happens, I lived within 400 yards of someone for that long and yet I didn't know him, beyond what kind of vehicle he drove, how he kept his yard and once in a while talk with him about inconsequential things, like the weather or sports.

One thing that I did find out about my neighbor when I read his obituary, that I didn't know was that he was only 56 years old when he died.

I am 56 years old.

When I learned that, it bothered me - a lot.

It is one thing when someone who is a lot older than you or someone you do not know dies, but it is another when a neighbor, someone you see almost daily and is the same age as you dies.

It brings home how mortal I am.

That does scare me and made think about:

What if...well you know - death.

What kind of legacy will I leave for others to remember me?

and all those other awkward questions and things that come into our minds of when we think about something we desperately attempt to avoid in our society - death and dying.

I do not plan on meeting with the Grim Reaper any time soon and plan to live my life as fully as I can until I do, but my neighbor's death bothered me more than I thought it would, back when I first learned that he had terminal cancer.

However, thinking about and writing about my neighbor's death here, helps me to cope with the mixed-up feelings that I have swirling around inside of my head now and some of the guilt that I feel about not getting to know him better. Someone who lived so close to me for so long, before they died, instead of talking about them after they are dead. I know that it is unreasonable to feel this way, but at the same time - I still do.

Do you know your neighbors, if one died tomorrow how would you feel?

I think that the song by Nickelback - If Today Was Your Last Day is an appropriate song to honor my neighbor and then go out for a long run to help clear my head.

When I get back, I will go back to living my life, but with the promise to live it well and make more of an effort to know my neighbors.


So what is important?

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