In the mid ‘70s when I began running it didn’t seem like something I would pursue most of my life. No matter what phase I was in it always seemed to morph into some type of race or series of races. I didn’t run as much in the ‘90s, but I would still try and throw down in the 5k - 15k range. I’d get a hair and train about 10-15 miles a week. Sometimes a month or so would go by w/o a run, but I was always on the comeback trail. By the time 1997 came around I decided to use running to thin down.
It wasn’t a hard concept. Start running every day and you thin down. I knew if I could get to 30-40 a week it would happen and it did. I lived in a diminutive, rural area that was chocked full of back roads and monster hills. Eventually I would be gone for hours and my wife couldn’t believe someone goes out and runs over to Ohio and back for fun.
A few decades later I’m dealing with the same thing as other runners. The parts are worn out. Other health issues are a factor. I’m dead dog slow. I can almost walk as fast as I putz along. But for some damn reason I put something on the calendar and start ringing the bell. I’m pulling the truck horn and biking and canoeing and won’t let this replace any weekly mileage. Sorry…just can’t take days off. I took one day off in December because it was hard to move. After getting to the 4 cup of coffee range it wasn’t going to happen. That’s okay…I’ll double down in the future.
I tried to go about 25-30 a week for a couple months this year. I was lost and worse off I put on weight. I’m hoping this Ice Age is my last, but the wind cries Mary.
53.1 this week. First mile on today’s jog/walk/suffer fest took over 15:00. Dragging the line.
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