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, more than my share of injuries, and some bad memories that have happened while running over those 50 years.
Running has been the one constant in my adult life, and I believe that it has helped me through some difficult periods and know that running will continue to be a part of it 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 than many people might have.
Unfortunately, because I am stubborn and don’t always remember that I am getting older, I might lose touch with reality sometimes (actually quite often). As a result, I do interesting stuff and then write about it for your reading pleasure.
Yeah, I don’t mind you laughing out loud or smiling at some of my latest escapades of Harold being Harold.
As you can tell, 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 living the best life that I can.
At some point in the next 20-30 years that I will die and I do think about that more than I used to. Death is unbeaten as far as we know, but I have a feeling he enjoys a good laugh now and then. So while 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.