I will have been a runner for 50 years in August 2021. All that means is that I have some great memories, met many fantastic people, run a lot of miles, had more than my share of injuries, and some difficult times while running over those 50 years.
Now my primary running goal is very simple, but difficult to achieve: to become the best runner that I can be for as long as I can.
Nope, not a smart goal, not measurable, it is completely a North Star goal, one that will guide me, in making choices as I move forward in my life .
I want to learn more about running, aging, and how the two go together as I get older. While I probably won’t be as fast as I once was, I can still enjoy running fast – well for me. It also means that I get frustrated, whiney and then get back to enjoying my running at whatever my new “normal” ends up being. That roller coaster effect that getting old has on me.
Ah, but the memories of who I used to be still get in the way every once in a while. 🙂
However, running has been the one constant in my adult life, and I know that it has helped me through some tough periods and also know that running will continue to be a part of what I do for as long as I can put one foot in front of the other.
I don’t have any special initials behind my name, have never been an elite runner, worked in the running industry, so I don’t claim to be an expert about running. However, I have learned a few things over these 50 years and have a different perspective about running than people on the inside might have.
About the only claim to fame that I really have is that I am still a runner after all these years.
However, I still have a lot to learn about becoming a better runner.
As you can tell from the photo, I usually don’t take myself all that seriously. I know that getting old is a helluva lot better than the alternative. Well, as long as I am healthy and have most of my faculties intact. I also plan to have some fun while running and continuing to live the best life that I can.
At some point in the next 20-30 years there is a pretty good probability that I will die and yes, I do think about that more than I used to. Death is unbeaten as far as we know, but I have a feeling the Grim Reaper enjoys a good laugh now and then. So I hope he chuckles at my lame efforts to stay half a step ahead of him, at least until he finally decides to catch me.
Or more likely, races me across that final bridge to whatever comes next.
I just want half a step head start and then run like I never have before.
No fear, no regrets, just racing the wind and a smile on my face.
Although I might cheat a little and finally wear a pair of super running shoes for that added 4%.