I will have been a runner for 50 years in August 2021. All that means is that I have some great memories, met fantastic people, run a lot of miles, had more than my share of injuries, and some difficult times while running over those 50 years.
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.
However, I still have a lot to learn about becoming a better runner.
Which doesn’t always mean a faster runner, because those glory day times and distances probably won’t be equaled by this sixty-something. But you never know, what can happen if someone takes the time to train correctly, use technology to their advantage, learn to run more efficiently, throw a few weights around, do the necessary rehab or rehab to keep the body ticking along and most of all get that Central Governor completely on your side what can happen.
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%.