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.

Elaine Doll-Dunn, Psy.D.
Or, ED3 (Dr. Doll-Dunn)

Elaine's book on her 26.2 Marathons in 2000 is available!
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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.

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