06 June 2009

In Praise of Praise

. . . there are few things in middle age as wonderful as having streets lined with people who cheer you just for running by.

I used to be a runner. If I ran a marathon I'd want some cheering. I'd need some cheering. I cannot imagine doing anything and not receiving some sort of recognition, thanks, or remuneration in return. It's only natural to want some praise.

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