Thursday, February 11, 2010

He’s not a runner. He’s my brother.


Tragedy struck my family this week. My brother, Tim, unexpectedly passed away. He lived only 52 years. As you might imagine, his friends and family remain in shock. I note this here as once again I find my daily exercise serves many functions. I worked out ferociously when I learned Tim died. This allowed me to release a great deal of frustration and anger. I found exercising late in the evening helped to tire me out and ensured a full night’s sleep. Another great advantage of exercise is the time that might otherwise seem monotonous, proves perfect for remembering, and reflecting.

Tim wasn’t a fitness enthusiast; nonetheless he was my brother and always will be.

In loving memory of Tim Freeman.

Tom

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