...but not mine: I don't make resolutions.
Nick does. He did. He resolved to run a half-marathon this year. He told me so the first time I spoke with him on the phone. The funniest thing about resolutions, in my estimation, is that there's no surer way to resolve NOT to do something than when you pledge otherwise on January first.
I should have known that our darling Nicholas would not fall into such a trap. We ran companionably side-by-side for four miles this evening, and then hit the grocery store for dinner, fruit, granola...you know, healthy crap. Nutritionally sound living: it's a nasty side effect of exercise.
Groceries loaded, we were headed toward Nick's condo when he announced, "So...I finished a half-marathon today." I looked his way, feeling guilty. I didn't know he had a run today. I'm a poor friend. I stared a bit longer, feeling low, wanting details. Nick continued, "I didn't say I started it today....but I finished 'er."
