I refuse to become one of the walking undead. The unwell. The quitters, the complainers, the crybabies. Those who say “Oh, well, I’m fat” and just accept it. Those who don't even try. Those who won’t get off the couch and on the road to anything but the drive-through. I am so done with them.
Although I have reached what used to be quaintly referred to as “middle age” I no longer think of it as some green pasture to lay down in and count my money until I die. This is my prime.
I will not go gently into the good night. I will not let my body spread, my willpower relax, and my determination downgrade. I am making a stand here. Like Dylan Thomas, I am raging against the dying of the light.



































Who's that? Our own Becky T, completing the New Jersey Marathon this past Sunday! Congratulations to Becky! She worked hard over these past months -- running, CrossFitting, coaching a high school track tream, teaching, and preparing for her own wedding too! -- and it's all paying off. Nice work, Becky; we're proud of you!





