* Reality v Expectation *'But past is all his fame. The very spot
Where many a time he triumph'd is forgot.' Goldsmith.. The Deserted Village
When do we accept ourselves and where we are. As runners we are fantastic and still we beat ourselves up trying for further glory. When does acceptance finally hit us with the reality of age and just how we are actually beating it and performing on a daily basis.
I’m old in my sixties or am I young in my sixties?
I run a few times a week and go to races. I'm doing things that a person of my age couldn't, wouldn't or be encouraged to attempt years ago.
I have the mentality of a 23 year old
I have the social internet skills of a 33 year old
I have lovely friends I run with who are 43.
My Garmin tells me my actual fitness age is 53
My birth cert age is 63 and not long to go for free-travel
My knees feel 73 years old
I’m home from hols today and tomorrow’s parkrun could feel like 83 after all the beer and food.
Serious
Too many people pack up or lose enjoyment when they are not hitting the marks and making improvements continually. We age, accept it, but please allow yourself to be able to get slower and know that you are ahead of 99% of the population because you run. Accept your body however flawed it may be.
With age comes a deterioration in function but runners defy / delay / beat / kick the sh**e out of ordinary process. We are special. Injuries happen, recover, drive on.The majority of runners who stop running do so because of inability to accept a slowing process instead of embracing the love of still running.
I love seeing young people running and performing, striving to improve and setting new records. That is life and progress.
If your best days are behind you in term of times then maybe your best days are ahead in terms of love of running. The head or the heart? Support or despair?
Lecture over
'And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew, that one small head could carry all he knew.' Goldsmith.. The Deserted Village
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