I rebooted this blog about a week so I guess it’s time to reintroduce myself to my four or five readers, I think one of you is new. Aren’t you? I’m a forty-something (ok I’m 47 ) runner living in Jamaica Estates with my wife Esther and our dog Chico.
As a kid, social activity revolved around sports and being active. We played pickup baseball, football, soccer, and hockey. We also roller skated, rode bikes, and ran races to see who was the fastest — it was a great way to grow up.
Then we grew up, life happened. Jobs, families and responsibilities — socializing now revolved around eating not a pickup football game. Some became weekend warriors, playing softball or maybe flag football, or maybe joined a gym — and then stopped going after a few months. I did a lot of cardio but because of a knee injury, I rarely ran. Although I dreamed of running a marathon, it was something at the bottom of a bucket list that I’d never get to.
Four years ago something happened that changed my life — I met an amazing woman who ran. When I met Esther, she had run 3 marathons and was training for her fourth. One of our first dates was a twilight run in Central Park, what a great night! A week later I joined New York Road Runners and it was on.
Almost four years and 60 races later, I’ve run every distance from a 5K to a marathon and still want to run an ultra, but that’s another post. I enjoy the camaraderie and competition but have also made peace with what I am — a back of the middle of the pack runner. I look at overall times and averages race times and I’m just a bit beyond the average time — the back of the middle.
Being in the back of the middle removes takes a lot of pressure off. Going in I know I’m not winning the race — or even my age group. I don’t race other runners — I race myself and the clock, pushing the limits of what I’m capable of. But I’d be lying if I said passing runners with a final kick isn’t a rush.
Running has given me great memories. I crossed a marathon off the bucket list and added seven more. My friends and I have run half marathons in a frosty 14 degree chill and 90 degree heat and humidity. We’ve raced in heavy downpours and have crawled through mud pits. I’ve finished my second marathon in Philadelphia 48 minutes faster than my first, and then ran the museum steps, ala Rocky Balboa, on shaky legs to celebrate.
The biggest reward I’ve gotten is getting a call from a friend or relative telling me they signed up for a race, a bike tour or charity walk because they saw a picture posted on my Facebook page or decided, “I can do that.” My answer is usually the same, “If I can do it, anyone can. Just one foot in front of the other and keep moving forward.”







