Why now? Why did I decide to run a 13 mile race, train for several months, challenging myself physically at the season in my life when a yoga, pilates, or even doubles tennis is more the norm? I certainly don’t feel my age, and maybe this is my attempt to deny that. Could also be a delayed response from a book I read a couple years ago, Younger Next Year by Chris Crowley and Harry Lodge. Inspiring and informative, they advocate you truly can turn back your biological clock. So here I am, grabbing the hands on my clock of life and flinging them backwards! Why not?
Throughout our lives, many, many times we ask “why is this happening?” Especially when things aren’t going so well. I find it interesting we seldom ask it when we’re in the midst of those delightful, fun, and positive times in our lives. Unless we happen to be one of those rare individuals who does live an examined life, this question is most often raised when things are lousy. I assume these days it’s being asked quite often by many who, prior to last fall’s economic meltdown, never considered the question. Perhaps we should ask it more often, the answers would be quite enlightening and it may provide a provocative perspective on our own personal accountability. We get here, there or anywhere, as a result of the choices we make. But I digress….
Over the past week, I ran 6 miles on Sunday, Tuesday did some speed exercises at the Club on the treadmill (more about treadmill vs outdoors later), and added elevations on Thursday. Saturday morning found me running 7 miles along the Creek Trail, beautiful day, perfect 70 degrees and comfortable pace. I am training on my own, with the help of the Runners World free online training coach tool.
Forgot to mention, the race is The Jungle Run in Los Gatos on July 19th.
This is all very inspiring!!
Good grief! I am impressed – I frankly can’t imagine doing what you are doing but good for you! Keep on truckin’!
I am so proud of you!! I’ve always looked up to you as your younger sister and following in your steps. Now it seems I will be eating your dust at the end of July….You make 60 look great.
I could barely keep up with you walking around the DeAnza flea market before. Now I’ll probably need a motorized scooter – wait a minute … how will I push my cart! Seriously, good job.