Today I turn 41 years old. Yikes! Whatever, I haven't ever really cared about getting old. I think this is because I started running around 32-34 years of age so I have been in better shape since then. I would characterize my low point fitness-wise between the ages of 21-28 sadly. Consequently, I don't have much to bitch about.
Over the weekend, and pretty much since I entered the lottery, I have been thinking a lot about the NYC marathon. I really want to run it and to do well doing so. I spoke briefly over text with a friend, Sean Pinney (read about Sean here), this weekend. We shared our hopes of running NYC 2015 together and our woes of weak training lately. As a doctor, he's a bit busy sometimes :) As a cold weather wimp, I haven't fully committed to the training I want to do. But we both enjoy it and Sean has run multiple NYC's.
As I ran today, my 6.5-7 miler felt great, exhilarating, and even though inside, satisfying. Consequently, I am going to rely on simply enjoyment of running to make sure I keep up with it. Sean, I am committing and I am using you as my motivation to get to NYC fully trained and to hold me accountable.
By the way, Sean doesn't know I am laying this on him, but he's a good sport.