Last month Phillip Buckley, my running coach from Highlands Ranch Running Club, gave me a challenge – Complete a 5K in sub 30 minute. I did accept this challenge in my mind; however, given my past performance on a 5K (Highlands Ranch St. Patrick’s Day Run), I was too nervous to confirm to Phillip. If you know Phillip and Roxane (our second coach), they will get you to the starting line with whatever it takes – and the onus is on you to get to the finish line. I must confess that the sweltering summer heat did make me a bit lackadaisical, so when I heard the start gun – I was not sure that I would be able to do it. But then after the first mile within 9 minutes – I almost said to myself – Phillip I am game!!


Well, I finished the Denver Donor Dash within 30 minutes. This does make me feel good – after all I can also claim that this is my “Personal Best” 5K. However, the road only gets tougher from here. I need to work on my core and get serious about my cross training. Else my dream of a half or a full marathon will remain a dream.

Often simple things that we do have a “larger than life” meaning. I love running and would love to run anywhere given a chance.  However, this race was dedicated to organ and tissue donors. Together with a few colleagues we ran as “Team Laurel” remembering Laurel Miller who devoted her Life in pursuit of organ and tissue donation. She is not with us anymore, but her spirit lives on through others. As a registered organ donor, she gave the gift of life to five individuals. Laurel has always reminded me of Shelley’s “blithe” spirited skylark – always on the move and run. Her office cube was right across mine. As I used to step out of my office, I literally had to look in both directions, simply because one would never want to get in her way. She walked in lightening speed. Today we celebrated Laurel’s Life , cherishing good memories of her.  Before signing off, I shall seek refuge in one of my most favorite poems – To A Skylark by P.B. Shelley, who had a short life of less than thirty years.

Hail to thee, blithe spirit!
Bird thou never wert-
That from heaven or near it
Pourest thy full heart
In profuse strains of unpremeditated art.

We look before and after,
And pine for what is not:
Our sincerest laughter
With some pain is fraught;
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.

You wonder at times what is it about these gifted souls departing so young. Maybe it’s nothing to do with the term of Life after all. They have accomplished what many can’t achieve even being an octogenarian. Short or long, doesn’t matter; but dear reader – never feel shy of celebrating Life. Because Life is beautiful!