An
Emerald in my Apron Pocket
In the autumn of my years,
a goal long sought achieved! Please join with me in celebrating the
completion of a Doctorate in Psychology. No, no salary increase, just
an incredible surge of respect from staff and students, job offers
from—uh—AARP, and cheap coffee at McDonalds. It doesn’t
get much better. It’s like an emerald in my apron pocket; nobody
sees it, but I like knowing it’s there.
Thanks to all who have
believed in (or tolerated) me, lo these many years, and to the dream
of becoming Dr. Doll-Dunn. I am now THREE “D”!!!! (Horrors!)
Sixty-five, silver haired, still learning. Yes!
For those of you who may wonder what this means… I can’t
take out your appendix, but I can tell you how to feel about it.
Finally….
Elaine Doll-Dunn, Psy.D.
Or, ED3 (Dr. Doll-Dunn)
Elaine's
book on her 26.2 Marathons in 2000 is available!
Email Elaine for more details: edoll@rushmore.com
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"I
noticed her at seventeen miles. Running strong, powering up the
hill from the fire station, cute little body shapely in black
running tights and top... Soft silver hair haloed her head as
she ran smoothly through the chill Boston air. I pulled up beside
her and settled into her pace, "Hi, you're running well..."
"Thanks, I feel good." "I'm doing research on women
who began marathoning after the age of forty, do you mind if I
ask how old you are when you started running?" "Not
at all, I was sixty-eight when I started running and began marathoning
soon after that." I did a quick double-take, thought for
a moment then looked sideways at her. We had crested the hill
and were moving at a comfortable talk/run pace. She grinned back
at me impishly and said, "I'm seventy-five now, and... I'm
a Catholic nun!""
- taken from Chapter 9 of Gotta Run... by Elaine Doll-Dunn. |
To book Elaine for a speaking
engagement: edoll@rushmore.com
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