Wahoo! I'm 57 today and can slowly but easily run 30 minutes through roly woodland trails. I was certain I could have run a lot father. I even "sprinted" the last minute.
Normally I love my birthdays and milk every bit of joy possible out of them but this morning I woke up blue. Not because of getting older but because after 30 years of being a wife and mother, I now wake up alone in the mornings. I treasure my new solo life so I was shocked to wake up so sad.
Lots and lots of self-pitying excuses and 2 cups of strong coffee later I laced up anyways and headed out. Today was the last day to sign up for a 5k next week and I promised myself that I would assess whether id sign up on my birthday run. Ugh!
40 minutes later I was happy and content and proud and ready to sign up! W9d2! Boom! For the last 2 months running has become such a *healthy* coping mechanism (for a change) but today was an amazing example of how powerful a single run can be.
On Monday I graduate! Would it look odd to run in a mortar board?