I decided it for good today: I’m not doing the Race for the Cure this year.
For some reason my usual excitement has been absent. I’ve been dragging my feet about registering. The date for the race has been sneaking up on me and rather than welcome it, I’ve quickened my pace to outsmart it.
I have no idea what this is all about. I certainly remain committed to finding a Cure for the disease that plagues me and thousands of others.
But I want a break. And so, this is the Year of Jubilee. It would have been my seventh local race. The seventh time I asked you for money for this important cause. So, six races under my belt, I am having a Sabbath. A Year of Jubilee. A whatever-else-you’d-like-to-call-it-that-will-make-me-sound-thoughtful-rather-than-wish-washy.