I’d mingle after distance races in awe of seasoned runners who’d stuck with the sport for so many years. When I looked into the eyes of these athletes with graying hair and a wrinkle or two upon their aging bodies, I’d notice something distinctive — a glimmer that screamed vitality and zeal. It was a look much different from their contemporaries’ who lived sedentary lifestyles and choose the remote and a bag of chips over movement and activity. These active seniors became my heroes.
My mother always told me the older you get the faster time goes; “in the blink of an eye,” is the cliché. It seems as though I broke wind and twenty years went by, and now I look around after a race and realize I’m one of those seasoned runners. My field of heroes is shrinking, so I suppose I will have to step in — and I will.
A couple of years ago I wrote an article about the lessons I’d learned from a lifetime of running. The magazine subtitled the article, Sometimes the Most Profound Lessons are Learned One Step at a Time. But time is dynamic and the lessons need to be refreshed. The first revision will include advice I imparted in my May 12th blog, Never Stop!