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Here I sit, staring at my confirmation email from RunVermont, wondering what have I just done! You see, I’m not a runner, never have been. In fact, for most of my life, I’ve hated running. Now, however, not so much.
Almost every decade of my life so far I get a wild idea in my head to do something I’ve never done. In my teens it was go to college and be a professional photographer like David Hume Kennerly; that didn’t work out too well (I hated politics and didn’t like taking pictures of people).
In my 20’s it was karate. Several broken bones and a black belt later, I moved into my thirties. Usually this is where most people smarten up; build a career, start a family, play golf etc. I did all that except for the getting smart part.
The 30’s for me was all about motorcycle road racing. “How fast and how low can you go?”, was my motto right up until I found out how much pavement hurts at 150mph. In case you were wondering, it hurts a LOT especially when you do it every weekend like I did.
On to my 40’s. This is when I realized that I was getting fat and sedentary so … it was triathlon time! Now, I’ve always been a swimmer and everyone knows how to ride a bike, I thought. So what the heck, throw in a little running and everything is great. This is where I learned to hate bicycles and running. You see, being forty and out of shape adds an extra dimension to training for your first tri. Then add doing it during the summer in Florida and what you get is a stumbling, bumbling, sweating middle-aged white guy being passed by octogenarians with walkers.
Now, I’m in my 50’s so I say to myself, running wasn’t that bad, especially since I live in the milder climate of Vermont. I’ve started running and realized that I traded heat for hills. Who knew you couldn’t find one continuous mile that stays the same elevation in this state, not to mention the crowning. My left leg is now longer than my right so that when I do find that flat spot I walk like Walter Brennan in “Rio Bravo”.
So … here I sit, smile on my face, thinking, bring it on! My motto for this race is 3:59:59.