“You don’t stop laughing when you grow old, you grow old when you stop laughing.” – George Bernard Shaw
Ten years ago my strategy for the Steamtown Marathon was to run 8:13 per mile. I maintained a regimented training program–intervals, speed work, hills, cut weight, stopped smoking my occasional cigar, and replaced Guinness with Yuengling Lite (drastic measure.) I succeeded that year and qualified for the Boston Marathon.
I return to Steamtown this Sunday with a new strategy and goal. My strategy is to refrain from looking at a clock until I get to the finish line. Even by accident that will be difficult. My goal is much more modest–not to finish last. That one is in the bag.
My entire life I’ve admired those seasoned runners (a gentle term for ‘old’,) who’d show up for a race of any distance. They inspired me and I swore that one day I would run marathons when I reached their stage of life. This year I’m excited to run in a new age group–60-64. I didn’t sacrifice the cigar and Guinness this time around, but when I cross the finish line I will be the happiest man in Scranton, Pennsylvania.