Chewy, chewy, tootsie roll, lasts a long time, lasts a long time.
My old buddy Jonathan Beverly got ahold of me a few months ago about his newest book, asked if I’d be available for an interview. Why sure! Premise of the book is longevity in our sport. I’m on the lighter side, a whippersnapper in fact, with my mere 40 years running. There are more 50 and 60 year runners than you might imagine. Got the follow up call last week, eighty minutes spent reflecting on the hows and whys of this life long runner.
The surprise takeaway for me was the correlation, the commonality that nearly all the subjects reported. We are all driven by the notion that we are not/never were really that good.
I related my high school racing career. Always, ALWAYS, immediately to the lead, as fast and as far as possible. Always, ALWAYS, finishing dead last. Every race though, the gap to next to last diminished.
I’ve had something to prove every single race. My entire life. And even now, with medial and lateral meniscus repair looming, I’m still salivating. Still have that chip on my shoulder.
That will motivate me. The opportunity to once again prove myself to myself, that I can dig a little deeper, push myself just a little harder, make myself just a little bit better.
Maybe just enough to be good.
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