The last miles are always the hardest. That’s when we feel tired, our feet hurt and every muscle and every bone in our body aches and seems to scream STOP, but the race is not over, and we continue to run on autopilot. We pursue the race without thinking and at the end, right after the finish line, we sit or lay down and feel empty.
I wanted to write about this since a while, but I never really found the right words, so I kicked the can down the road. This week I heard the sad news about Glenn Frey’s death and that gave me the motivation I needed to write about it. I didn’t even know that Glenn, a founding member of the Eagles, was sick and tortured by the same evil disease.