My first marathon is still my PR. A few minutes under 6 hours.
I was 50 years old. I had no idea I was old.
I do now.
Five marathons later, lots of feet trouble, and a gazillion bibs, this race comes along.
A 5K by the University of the Pacific, over the Calaveras River, and back to the aquatic center.
Gravel, grass, mud, water, hay bales. Sort of a mish-mash of several types of outdoor fun.
It’s been a weird March. It started off with a great 10K in Sanger,
then the walk/run/die LA Marathon.
My doctor, the running doctor did an MRI, and proclaimed me runnable.
He told me to wait two weeks.
Which would be tomorrow.
So, naturally I signed up for the closest race to tomorrow.
Here’s the deal: I loathe trail races.
I’m not that good of a runner on road, I thought.
But, that’s not it. I truly love the road.
The familiarity. The consistency.
Trail running is a lot of “what’s up here now?” kind of thinking,
Whereas I can lost in the road. And I like it that way.
3.1 Miles on grass, trails and a few funnish obstacles.
And, all I could think about was landing my feet in the right place
so that I wouldn’t twist my ankle or hurt myself. Again.
It was super fun, because I shared it with two of my best friends.
We laughed. I jumped in the last pool of water, because, well there was pride on the line.
And this. I’m in the game. I’m older. I’m slower. And, I don’t care.
I’m running, and my feet were saved from the chopping block once again.
I came in 6th out of 8th in my age group, and I was thrilled.
I needed to toe the line today, no matter where or how.
Age? It’s nothing but a number. However, it’s a reality.
I can’t sit down without a lot of help in getting back up.
I’ll be on ice and heat the rest of the day for just a 5k.
It’s a number, but it’s MY number. 55. And, I couldn’t be happier.