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  1. 8 points
    Garbo said, "GO WRITE", so here I am. There was a promise of pie. *Looks hopefully in Dave's direction* I just noticed the thingie is called "Blog Entry". How dare it. This is a bloop. Anyway, I have not much to report. A few years ago I blew out my ITB and that was not fun. Then I got kicked off my first 50K for being too slow and that was not fun. I kept trying to run but it was just a cascade of injury, and that was not fun. I did run a bit when we lived in Canada and that *was* fun. There was this trail through the park down the road from where we lived. We lived on the edge of Mississauga, and the trail would take me over the bridge into Toronto. It was a great trail, with a river....not a huge river, but not a small stream either. There were some parts of the trail that were dodgy like they were going to crumble at any minute and you'd end up in the river. Stream. Whatever. Other parts were exposed and those were hot little suckers in the summer. One time I jumped over a stick and it wasn't a stick and it moved and I think my scream reverberated around the whole of Mississauga/Toronto. 😅 The trail, if you went far enough, would take you right along the back side of Toronto airport and I imagined if I were an evil person I could scale the fence and get up to some shenanigans. There were fun burned out trucks and stuff along one part where the fire department would practice. Anyway then came the inevitable injuries and thick, slick, compacted snow and ice so that was that. These days I bike...though who knows how long that will last as my knees have started complaining. Seriously, getting older is a pain in the ass. Anyway, I bike The Sufferfest, which, when done hard enough, is almost as good as running. Not quite, but it gets me closer than anything else. I did a Knighthood which was "fun". Holy cow it hurt like crazy and I cried but I'm a Knight of Sufferlandria now. It was so fun I did it a second time. Also, a couple of months ago I rode 100 miles with the husband for his birthday. We didn't think he'd be able to do it as he broke his neck back in June. But he was cleared to ride so off we went. About 10 miles in my brain told me that I'd been in the big ring for the past 10 miles, so how about I complete the remaining 90 in the big ring? So I did. That may have been the beginning of the knee issues but shhhhhh we'll just ignore that. Anyway, that's all I've got. Hope you are all having the time of your lives out there on the road and trail. Run a mile for me, because I miss it with a deep ache. Sigh, but Meh, what can you do? 🤷‍♀️ You just keep on keeping on doing what you can while you can. ❤️😘
  2. 8 points
    I'm also here because the garbanzo'd one told me to. My year has been going pretty well. I finished my masters degree! I ran 8 half marathons this year. I paced 3 of them, and successfully paced 1 of them. I am now up to 68 lifetime pikermis! I haven't run a full marathon since 2016, but I am currently signed up for 2 (Illinois Marathon and Grandma's Marathon) and am in the lottery for Chicago and New York, where I will win -$500ish in entry fees if I get both. Ouch. Is anyone else signed up for a late April marathon who would want to be an accountability buddy? Back to the pacing - I've started pacing with OnPace, based out of the Green Bay area. They have been pacing the Zooma women's races and are quickly expanding. Through them, I'm excited to be pacing the Zooma Bermuda Half Marathon in February! Getting to Bermuda will involve me spending the night in JFK Airport... but then I'll be in Bermuda! I ran across Iowa in June with my relay team, Runderbolts and Lightning. We've run other Ragnar races together, and we get along really well even though we're from all over the place. I'm finding it hard to know what to write about...which means I should bloop more often. Catch you on the flippy floppy!
  3. 7 points
    Dear diary: I have a confession. Emily Sisson is a runner. A runner who just finished 10th at the 10K world championships. A runner who ran a 2:23:08 marathon debut at London this year, finishing sixth and ahead of her training partner, Molly Huddle. A runner who was the 2015 5k national champion. A runner that we in the Running World refer to as "Fast." And I broke her. It started out innocently enough. The day is October 25. It's a glorious morning at the track. Just a few people are here. A sprinter running repeats on the back straight. The shot put boys sunning and playing handball. I'm in lane 9, minding my own business. And then emily sisson flies by. She's in lane 1, being paced by her hubby. They're running mile-and-a-half repeats. He leads her out for a mile or so and then falls off, leaving her to finish. If you've never been a few feet away from a world-class runner in full flight, you don't know what it's like. So fast, smooth, graceful. A gazelle in motion. She's pushing really, really hard. I realize it must be because of me. I'm in lane 9, running 13:10 pace. Even though the distance around lane 9 is much longer than lane 1, I'm keeping up with her. If keeping up means I'm running about a lap every time she runs a mile. She is clearly annoyed that the old guy is dusting her doors, if dusting her doors is an actual phrase, and I'm fairly certain it is not. She pretends never to see me, although I'm sure she's watching out the corner of her eye. Between the 1.5 mile repeats, they pause for water (sissies) and talk with her father-in-law, who doubles as coach, race photographer and bodyguard. Maybe that's tripling. Please note that although she keeps pausing between repeats, I continue on my way, never stopping, never wavering from my 13-minute march, never going fast enough to get a ticket in a school zone. She, on the other hand, is uncorking a pace that only a few people on the planet can maintain. So I'm calling it even. Mile and a half after mile and a half, she hammers. I'm certain it's because my 13:10 has forced her into pushing her pace to the limit. I want to tell her it's not a competition, it's only an exhibition, please no wagering, but Letterman hasn't been on the air in a long time, and it feels like the father-in-law will shoot me if I try to come within a couple lanes of her. Do starter's guns hurt? It's a joy to watch her blur go by again and again. No crowds, no glory, just a runner suffering on a lonely community college track in Arizona on a hot, windy day. So THAT'S how these people get to be so fast. By running fast. Who knew? And then, my 4 miles are over. She takes off on a cooldown run somewhere off the track, likely to Flagstaff and back. And that’s that. I can sense I have pushed her to her absolute limit. She posts a video later in the day of the workout. I feel honored I was able to help her out. And then. FOUR DAYS LATER on the same Instagram account, she posts that she is being forced to pull out of the USATF 5K Championships in New York because of a "small flare-up" getting back into training. Coincidence? I'm guessing not. Never race before the race, Kermit the Frog once said.* And clearly my relentless 13:10 pace forced her to maintain a level too high. She wasn't at the track today for her Friday session. I hope the father-in-law doesn't find me. And that was the day I broke Emily Sisson. Thanks for listening, diary. I feel better. I hope I never run into Sara Hall in Flagstaff ... (frame grab stolen from em_sisson on instagram since i figure she's already suing me anyhow.) *awaiting wikipedia sourcing on quote
  4. 6 points
    I’ve been meaning to do this for a while. I just get distracted easily these days. I’m still doing the thing. I still wake at 4 and run until I don’t want to. I still train for races, though maybe 1 or 2 a year instead of 5 or 10. I still love the woods more than the roads and still love the dawn more than dusk. I still consider the loop the reason I’ll always run. It’s the same old me. Now, where’s my pie? -me
  5. 4 points
    I guess I’ll try writing a race report. This will be the first race report since I wrote about my first marathon a little over a year ago. Yep - Marshall was my first and I did a second at the end of March this year. It was the Carmel Marathon and it didn’t go as well as Marshall. I went a little more aggressive and blew up around 20 miles like so many do. Enough about that. So not long after Carmel, I decided that I wanted to do a 50K trail race. For years, I’ve been far more into trail running than road running despite the fact that I almost never run on trails. My so-called excuse was that I spend so much time running already that I can’t really justify spending more time driving at least 25 minutes one way to the nearest trail. Trails appeal to me for a lot of reasons. The scenery obviously, but I’m also not ashamed to admit that running long is more interesting to me than running fast. That explains my lack of speed workouts generally, but trails give you the excuse to go slower. You’re supposed to walk the uphills and the technical stuff on trails, right? So I decided that I’d run one of the closest trail 50Ks to where I live. It’s called the Rough Trail 50K and it’s in the Red River Gorge here in Kentucky. How “Rough” could it be, right? I signed up in April and kind of put it in the back of my mind because it was a November race. Sometime early summer, I mentioned to one of my running buddies who does a lot of trail races (he’s done Western States and the Vol State 500K and he’s done Rough Trail twice) that I’d signed up. His response - “You’re making a mistake. You need to do something that’s easier than that one for your first”. A real confidence booster, right? Well he probably had a point. Although I’ve randomly done some trail running, I hadn’t done any in quite awhile and had never done a trail run longer than 10 miles. So one of the ways I started training in late spring was to start limiting my runs to a heart rate lower than 140. When my HR gets to 140, I start walking or at least back off. When it drops below, I start running again. I figured this would mimic the constant shifting from run to walk you do on trails where the terrain is a bit technical and more importantly it would boost my endurance. So basically, all of my running the last 6 months or so has been slow. I’ve not done a single interval, tempo or anything that closely resembles speed. Eventually, I got around to asking my trail running buddy if he would take me out to “the gorge” to do a practice run and show me around a bit. Our schedules finally synced up sometime in August and I headed out for what was essentially my first trail run. (Just throwing in a couple random pictures from the gorge that aren’t me since the race hasn’t posted the photos yet) Well….he’s supposed to be a buddy, but I think he tried to kill me. He basically took me on a section of the course that had most of the big climbs. It was a run that was about 12 miles and it took me 3 hours. And it left me broken. As in, I couldn’t run for 5 days after that because my legs were so sore. And I went out and tried to run every day. I immediately considered dropping down to the 25K option. There was a 10 hour cutoff in the 50K and I’d just managed to only run about a third of it in 3 hours. As it turns out, he is a good friend because that run put the fear of this race in me. I started going out to the gorge anytime I could find someone to go with and I started driving to a more local trail for 10 mile runs on the other weekend day each week (and some Friday afternoons). I upped my road running as well and turned in a 250 mile month in September. The most I’d ever done before that was just under 200. Over 100 of those miles were on trails. I kept it up into October culminating in a 16 mile run that covered the last half of the course and was very similar to that first trail run...only longer. I’d made a lot of progress. I wasn’t even sore the next day and I was able to run. I had one more taper 10 miler on an easier section of the course and the hay was in the barn. I can’t say I was confident, but I felt better about my chances than 2 months prior. I’d essentially run the entire race course at least twice at that point on various runs. But still, I hadn’t had a run longer than 5 and a half hours, and I was figuring at that point I was going to shoot for 8:30 in the race. So I might be 3 hours into uncharted territory. I made a race plan that essentially had me holding myself back for the first 17 miles. That first part has most of the easiest sections whereas the majority of the big climbs were all in those last 14 miles. Two days before the race, a running acquaintance of mine - Marcelo - messaged me and asked if I wanted to carpool. I agreed and I told him that I was aiming for 8:30. He said he was too, so now I had someone to run with as well. Race day was pretty cold. And that’s a good thing for me. It was going to be about 23 at the start and climbing into the 40s. I decided on shorts, calf sleeves, two short sleeve running shirts and a very light jacket with gloves and a buff over my ears. I ended up being comfortable the whole day and never took off the jacket. Don’t worry, I don’t remember many details about the race, so this will wrap up pretty soon. And anyway, running and racing to me is more about the entire journey and not the single day of running/racing. The race started and I was mildly successful at holding myself back during that easier first half. Well….maybe not so much! I did keep the effort where I felt it needed to be, but I was going quicker than I figured in my planning. At the first aid station at 8 miles, I was already about almost 30 minutes ahead. At mile 13, that was now about 45. I was 50 minutes early at that 17 mile aid station. So I’d pretty much failed in holding myself back, but I was feeling pretty good. So that is where I figured the real race would start. There’s about a 7 miles stretch to the next aid station and it had a lot of climbing - including one of the biggest climbs leading right up to the aid station itself. Marcelo had dropped back around mile 18 and said he'd catch up. I didn't see him again until about mile 25. I ran most of that time alone with nobody passing and nobody to pass. When I got through that section, my cushion was now up to 53 minutes over my plan so I’d basically held even with the plan. I wasn't gaining on it anymore, though and was also starting to feel the miles and hours in my legs and pretty much everywhere else. From that point, there are two other aid stations in fairly short order. I gave back about 10 minutes of my cushion in that stretch as I just really didn’t feel like running on the easy stuff anymore. At the same time, though, I also started thinking about the chance to break 8 hours. Here is a photo from around that time: By the time I got to the 27 mile aid station, I was feeling a little better. I’d had some food at the previous two and maybe that was working its magic. I also chatted for a second with a running friend who was working the aid station and that gave me a boost. I was a bit disappointed that she didn’t have the shot of Fireball she told me earlier that she’d bring for me (for the record, I don’t like Fireball at all but it was something fun to think about). Or maybe she’d already drank it herself. At that point, the 4 miles left felt doable. Never mind that the longest climb of the race starts at mile 28. (Trail running tip that I learned - At that last aid station, I asked one of the aid station workers to fill one of my bottles with coke. Do not do that. Within about a minute of running, the shaking caused the carbonation to activate and the bite valve popped open and coke started spraying out a little bit. I stopped, took off the cap, chugged half the bottle and poured out the rest.) The last 4 miles was pretty uneventful. Marcelo didn't stop at the aid station and left me on the downhill. I got to the last climb and I worked my way up in the fastest time I’d ever climbed it. I caught and passed Marcelo at the start of the climb. When I got to the top, he was nowhere in sight. At that point, it gets a bit difficult mentally because the climb is over, but you still have to drag yourself along for 2.5 miles on flatter stuff to the finish. I was doing math at that point and figured I should be under 8 hours. But it would be kind of close. I got to mile 30 and then to mile 31 and I still wasn’t quite sure where the finish was. I started wondering if I’d taken a wrong turn. In training, I’d just take the trail back to the parking lot, but the finish was in a slightly different place along a trail I’d not used. As it turns out, Marcelo did actually take a wrong turn at the top of the climb and ended up running an extra half mile. By the time I got to 31.3 miles, I was starting to get nervous about that sub 8. But that’s about the time I spotted the finish line chute about 15 feet above me around a curve. Finish time 7:53:20. I was 60th overall out of the 140 registered. Honestly, it went about as good as it could have. Garmin says it was 6900 feet of elevation gain. Strava says it was somewhere around 6,000. Not sure why they are never closer. The race says 6500, so maybe that’s what it was. It was 2 plus hours longer than I’d ever run. Sure there was a fair amount of walking during the uphills and technical sections, but I never stopped moving forward except to grab food and fill up my water bottles at the 6 aid stations. Nutrition and hydration weren’t ever an issue. I basically drank Tailwind most of the day and had a little bit of aid station food each time to supplement. I think I had a few brownies, some mini peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, a small pickle and some potato chips over the course of the race. There were rumors of grilled cheese sandwiches at the last aid station, but they must have been gone when I got there. I was kind of stiff and sore that evening and more so the next day, but nothing too bad. The day after I went for a 2 mile walk, but I was still a bit too sore to run. So the question in my head now is what next? I’ve considered doing the Atlanta Marathon Loophest next spring, but I’m not sure I want to do another road marathon right now. And the failed spring marathon this year is in my head. Training goes so well in the cold months of winter and then the race ends up being warmer than you’re used to. Fall races seem to be the opposite. I also REALLY enjoyed this race. Despite the fact that it was supposed to be a mistake as my first, I think it was tailor made for me. I’m sure better trail runners than me would disagree, but I thought there was a lot of the course that wasn’t runnable and I kind of liked that. I’ve looked at a couple of spring trail ultras but haven’t pulled the trigger on those either. I’ve got to make up my mind soon because races that I do have to be in cooler months. So that means mid-April or earlier. And that means training starting real soon.
  6. 4 points
    I hate that saying by the way. “It is what it is” is what people say when they wNt to give a smart answer to something that really doesn’t have an answer. I sprained my ankle a few months ago while I was playing chase with my 4 year old. I jumped on the bed and barrel rolled off and slapped my ankle on the tile floor it hurt for a bit, but I didn’t give it much thought until a few days later when it started aching on my runs. That’s what it’s been ever since, an ache. I keep telling myself it will go away. I do the ankle strengthening exercises and I even took a couple of weeks off. Sometimes it keeps me up at night because it’s aching. I probably should have taken the summer off when I injured it in July, but I never really considered it until now when it’s nice out and I want to run. I just got new shoes and they help a little, but the ache is still there. I don’t know. Will I race this season? Will I run farther than 10 miles without my foot falling off. Will I ever be able to play chase with my kid without her taunting me about that time I fell off the bed? I don’t know. Time will tell. Right now it is what it is.
  7. 3 points
    Holy f***. Oh girl. Oh girl, I'm so so so sorry. What a horrible sh***y month you've had. My heart broke just reading all the freaking mess you had to endure. I apologize for the bad language. I just want to scream and cry all the F words in your behalf. I'm so sorry. It's not fair. It's stupid. That not only did you have to deal with the pain of a miscarriage, but all the crap and runaround that went with it. =( I find it absolutely freaking amazing that Garbo posted on FB, "Hey everyone, go bloop" and I was all, "OK" because I like Garbo. And then I come here and the first bloop I see is yours and just...the serendipity. My miscarriage was the beginning of me not running anymore. I tried to run away my grief after not being allowed to run for a while, and I ran too far too fast and blew out my ITB and it never recovered. So it was just a S***storm of pain from losing my baby and pain of not being able to run anymore and it was just a freaking mess. Oh man that hurts to remember. So I quit blooping. And then I come back and here you are. I don't know. It's like I was meant to be here today. 🤷‍♀️ I want to tell you...I don't know if you're currently in a place where this is helpful...if not, just ignore it and come back to it later...but it does get better. It's a freaking nightmare for a while and you can't breathe through the pain and there are so many tears and so much hurt. But after a while the grief lessens. And then it lessens some more, and then you can breathe, and then you can think, and then you can move on and the happiness comes back. Takes a while, but it happens. It's been several years, but now I can think about our baby without bawling. Except today. Today I'm tearing up a bit. But other than that it's fine. I'm a religious person, so I firmly believe that that child is ours and we will see him again. Or her. I never did find out which. Anyway, I'm waffling. Point is, it does get better. When you're feeling like you can't take it anymore, or you can't stop crying, or you're wondering if the pain will ever end....it does. It will eventually all be ok. Not that you'll ever look back on this experience and be happy, but that you'll be able to look back on it and be ok. Take care of you. Be kind to you. Be gentle with you. Love you, Eliz. Hang in there. ❤️
  8. 2 points
    I can think of few better things than running a half marathon in Bermuda in February.
  9. 2 points
    Cupcake!! Perfect reward. In my dream world, they would replace all those stupid medals with cupcakes.
  10. 2 points
    getting old brings wisdom. unfortunately, the wisdom is knowing that getting older is a pain in the ass.
  11. 2 points
    As long as you keep writing I'll keep reading.
  12. 1 point
    This would be so easy for me to do. Once during Ouachita trail 50 we showed up at the AS coming from the wrong direction. They made us turn around and find where we went wrong and come back the right way. It ended up being the Ouachita trail 55. I ran it again this year and almost made the exact mistake. I stood around debating which way for at least 10 minutes
  13. 1 point
    Which Gwen wrote this? Will the real Gwen please stand up?
  14. 1 point
    OCRG is back in the house. Yay!
  15. 1 point
    Great post and a great attitude. That bridge run is really impressive. I've been bundling up like I'm in Antarctica this week and it's not even that cold. Related to our other discussion, do let me know if you pick a 50K. It's always good to consider other options!
  16. 1 point
    ok, that was pretty terrific.
  17. 1 point
    Thank you! I miss you all too. ❤️ I don't know that I can bloop much though. I mean, what could I say? "Hi! Today I didn't run again"? 😄 Would get a bit boring after a while... 😄
  18. 1 point
    Ehhh - not a free trip to Bermuda, but it's a free race while in Bermuda!
  19. 1 point
    Sounds like a great course! So close to sub 20!! Congratulations!
  20. 1 point
    Great race! Here's to a much better November for the both of us.
  21. 1 point
    Nicely raced! Sub-20 is inevitable. And congrats on the first ever Loop use of 'hypotenuse'.
  22. 1 point
    68 half marathons! That's amazing.
  23. 1 point
    It's a noble way to mess up one's ankle, but crap.
  24. 1 point
    Do not go gentle into that good night.
  25. 1 point
    Thank you for the offer, and feel free to reach out if you ever want to discuss anything too. Being "advanced maternal age," (I'm now 36 too, but the OBs liked to throw that term around often when I was pregnant with DD when I was 34-35) you start to question fertility, so I take hope in the fact that pregnancy loss at least shows that you are able to get pregnant. After you take the necessary time to heal, I look forward to the day when you bloop and announce happy news!
  26. 1 point
    I’m in the Altra Paradigm right now. I was wearing the intuitions and escalantes, but they discontinued the intuition and the escalantes hurt my foot
  27. 1 point
    Funny how it works, right? I've slowed down a lot since those peak years on The Loop, and my races are mostly exercises in frustration. And yet...I'm still highly motivated to run, even if it's a minute per mile slower than it was four years ago. It gets into your blood, I guess. What's helped in my case is the social aspect and mentoring aspect of the sport. I run with a big group every Saturday and help coach (and run with) a middle school team twice a week. That by itself keeps me fit, and at our age fitness becomes far more important than competitive success. We were lucky that we had those opportunities a few years back; to paraphrase Humphrey Bogart, "We'll always have Boston." I hope your injuries clear up once and for all--there's still good running to be had!
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  30. 1 point
    Ugh, I’m so sorry. Two sounds awful. Something about ectopic just complicates things so much more, doesn’t it? Thanks for sharing - and letting me know we can still have a healthy pregnancy! It’s one thing when the doc says it but another when someone you know has proof. 🤗
  31. 1 point
    Oh mylanta. Foot pain is a ... well, it's a pain. I can't believe how dang fast you were on a gimpy foot. In other news, I was watching this video about the dude from Tool and apparently it was co-produced by Brad Angle. Any relation? ☺️
  32. 1 point
    Oh no, I'm so sorry you're injured too. =( It's a pain. Thank you for saying my writing is entertaining! One does worry that it's rather boring and meandering.
  33. 1 point
    We’re working on it😆
  34. 1 point
    I'm so sorry you went through this. That's all I can say.
  35. 1 point
    patiently waiting for your coffee table book featuring Sarah exiting port-a-pots around the nation. Sure to be a best seller.
  36. 1 point
    I feel your pain about injuries and running. But you surely haven't lost your touch when it comes to entertaining writing.
  37. 1 point
    Ah, Coachella: we used to run a track meet there every year. They actually had a grass track--I guess so that the desert wind wouldn't blow away all the dirt (since all-weather tracks were rare in those days). Nice job on the race and the golf! Considering all the self-indulgence, you did well.
  38. 1 point
    I'm glad you're still at it--you've probably kept The Loop alive more than anyone. And I apologize for being so absent the last couple of years or so. I don't really have a good excuse, but since I slowed down significantly around 2016-2017, I just haven't felt that my runs (and especially my races) have been bloopworthy. The good news is that, even though I don't feel motivated to write, I still feel motivated to run, and have been able to make some adjustments to my routine. Anyway, I applaud your level of commitment, and I should really make more of an effort at least to read and comment here. I still see other Loopsters from time to time, and still treasure all the friendships I've made here.
  39. 1 point
    Hi. I'm so sorry. Which always sounds so incredibly insufficient. But you already know the answer. As the days go on, it gets better. Never let the memory go away; it will always be an important part of your life. But make room for the joy still to come. It never always gets worse, the old ultra saying goes. It never always gets worse.
  40. 1 point
    So sorry to hear this Liz. I hope you are feeling better. Take care of you first. There's plenty of time - my sons were born when my wife was 36 and 38.
  41. 1 point
    I’m so sorry. A roller coaster of emotions. Sending hugs and milkshakes.
  42. 1 point
    That'll teach you to run a trail marathon.
  43. 1 point
    I am so sorry Eliz. This is hard, hard stuff. Peace to you and your husband. (I had two ectopic pregnancies and gave birth to two beautiful children … all during my 30s … so please don't give up hope. ❤️)
  44. 1 point
    Praying for healing! I can’t even begin to understand or imagine what you’ve gone through. Hugs.
  45. 1 point
    Ligament issues are the worst. Hoping the rest helps you! My dad thinks he will be able to golf his age next year. He will be 72. To be fair, he has golfed 2-3 times a week since I went to college. He was also incredibly disappointed when my husband told him he doesn't golf.
  46. 1 point
    You need a new hobby.😁
  47. 1 point
    Was there major gloating from the runners who beat you? That's got to be motivating for you for next year. 8 lbs? That's like a bowling ball!! LOL
  48. 1 point
    Oooh I just signed up for a Turkey trot in Palm Springs. Hope the foot pain goes away.
  49. 1 point
    Those years just keep piling up. Congrats on not going quietly. I may need to take up golf again someday. Maybe when I retire, if I can afford it. Dad always wants me to play with him when I'm in Idaho and I keep making excuses not to, probably because even at 87 he still beats me.
  50. 1 point
    In June of 2012 I began my life changing journey of running. I was drawn into it after going cheer on my daughter as she was running her first half marathon. I did not get to see her train as she lived some 45 miles away and did not get to discuss running with her as she is somewhat of a person who keeps things to herself. Somehow she and her mother talked me into signing up for a 2013 January half marathon at Walt Disney World in Florida. I just think they wanted a winter vacation. With my little girl living away I did my running basically on my own, mostly alone and out by myself. The race day events in Florida came and I finished, my daughter finished and we all had a memorable week in the sunshine. As my running continued, my daughter’s running slowed to just doing 2 or 3 more races, and those were made difficult from injuries before ending all together. Meanwhile I kept on going for several more years, 8 more half marathons and numerous 5K and 10K events. During this time my training and normal running was done on my own and out on the roads by myself. Even my latest half marathon ( Note I did not say my last) became a virtual half marathon, which I had to also run alone. Sure I did run a lot of the winters inside on a track where others would run for 10 or 15 minutes and the elderly would stroll around for a bit, but still I was mostly running alone. On race days, I was not racing, but running to do just a bit better than the last time I raced. Even though I was with hundreds of other runners who where there for similar reasons, I was basically running alone. I think that running alone has been the hardest part of this whole running game. Today my running future is in question as to how much I will be able to do and how far I can run as my body is fighting me all the way. The near future for me just may be limited to short evening walks with the hope of one long weekend morning outing. This will all depend on what my Rheumatologist will tell me next month. Sadly it looks like I will be taking these future walks alone as my wonderful wife has a different exercise and work day schedule than I do. Oh well, I have come this far by being mostly out on my own with my thoughts, I suppose I can do it for a few more years. Hopefully one day, when I retire, I will have someone to walk along with me for many more years and not be doing it alone.
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