After writing the sad story of my best friend last night, I thought about writing about more of my lost relationships. Lost to alcoholism. But I have to get up in the morning at 2:45 and drive across town to meet my running club by 5:00 a.m. and run 20 miles. 20 miles. Yes, that is right, twenty miles. I will give you a full report, and I hope it won't include any details of injuries or illness. The weather is supposed to be fine... we will start under the harvest moon. And end under the blazing sun, but it is only supposed to be in the high 70s tomorrow, so it will be fine. I have had two trips to the chiropractor this week and hope that my left foot, leg, and whole back will hold out. (I have, for the most part, stopped writing about my injuries, they are SO boring.)
I guess I want to make a point. I have seen some mighty fine people lose their way and get drunk. I have seen them become people I didn't know - even though we had been close when they were sober. Once alcohol enters the picture, no matter what you think, the relationship is over. That is my experience.
I am too tired to write about specific examples now, but I think I will in the next days.
We need to remember that our recovery is for this day. I cannot stay sober on yesterday's spirituality. It has to be today's. And we need to never let down our vigilance.
And now I must get some beauty (and strength) rest. I won't ask for your prayers for my run since I have discovered most of you think I am nuts. That's OK. You don't have to understand what I am doing.