The urgency doesn’t start creeping in until your prime is past. A very subtle transition, imperceptible. It starts with your body doing some really crazy things, like enjoying broccoli or blue cheese or developing a real palate for craft beers. You don’t remember those exact moments and you can’t imagine why you didn’t like them in the first place. You just do.
As I continue to march into my early 60s (and largely a product of the 60s!) personal awareness resounds every morning. Still fit as a fiddle, always searching for the next windmill to tilt, full of piss and vinegar, just a little less of each. The thing that does increase every day above the grass is the appreciation of what I had as a youth. A recognition of the amazing things that body was capable of. Like most lifelong runners you will come to the point where your marathon personal best pace is the fastest mile you can run. Grace if not graceful.
I was a Real Marathoner. Real because I gave it everything I had. Gave myself the very best available opportunities. And for that I have no regrets.
This then is what guides my involvement with our new marathon. Not willing to settle for the status quo because I knew you deserved the opportunity to be a Real Marathoner. To Run To Your Potential. To stand up and make a stand. For Your Running Body.
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