It’s my birthday. No big deal in the grand scheme of things but, as Pink Floyd once wrote, ‘Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.’ Maudlin to be sure, but since we’re all mortal, it’s tough not to reflect on what’s been accomplished and what’s still to be done.
In that spirit, I’ve given some thought to what I’m most proud of and what I’d like to do between now and the inevitable appearance of the Grim Reaper. Here goes:
I’m competing in a series of 10-mile, 15k and half marathons this Spring as I prepare for my first
marathon (San Diego in early June).
Road races are a blast to compete in and provide an amazing sense of accomplishment when completed. They also provide very cool pre- and post-race bonding experiences with fellow runners.
As is the case with other aspects of life, however, there are well organized and not-so-well organized runs (last Summer’s Chicago Marathon, for example, will be forever remembered as the ‘Bataan Death March’ of competitive road racing).
I finished a 10-mile race on March 30th that had a little bit of everything: superb planning, a scenic course, supportive crowds and hot dogs and beers for the finishers. Say what? Yup, the 19th annual Freehold Area Runners Club St. Paddy’s Day 10 Miler provided some very non-traditional food and drink.
And, while I ‘get’ the St. Paddy’s beer part, I was floored to see steaming hot dogs on either side of the finish line. I was even more flabbergasted to see exhausted runners actually downing the dogs. Yuck! How could anyone ingest such dreck immediately after cleansing one’s body?
It was mind boggling and image rattling at the same time. But, hey, to each his own. As for me, I’ll stick with the post-run bananas and quart of cold water, and hope that my more traditional dietary strategy pays off in California.