Momentum on the Back Stretch

I’ve recently found myself struggling to maintain momentum on the backstretch of this race called life. Of course, this is a figurative place not a real one because I haven’t picked up running shoes in, um, a long time. Except when moving my youngest son’s stinky track shoes out of the way and that unfortunately doesn’t count. My Fitbit says I walk my 10,000 steps most days, but actually running on purpose for exercise hasn’t happened in forever. ‘Nuff said.

With two sons participating in tra...