Today was a hill-climb type 5K. It went up into and dead-end coulee (small valley between bluffs) and back down. Two young guns hung on until mile 1, but the legs were strong and I ended up winning in 16:57.
At 37, it feels like I could get injured at any moment. I could twist an ankle in 15 minutes while playing soccer witht the kids. That could lead to a knee injury and a break from running. I am very aware of how this is a crazy time in my life, working less until I start a "real job" in the fall. The legs feel so good; the bluffs and trails are minutes from my front door. It will never be this good again; I will never be this fast. I need to savor every moment and be thankful for this blessed life.
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A blog about running, family and medicine. We are modern, messy bohemes; citizens of the world, we don't fit in anywhere. We are moderately fast; my wife is the World's Fastest Ophthalmologist. Maybe.
About Me
- Fast Bastard - World's Fastest Hematologist
- 38-year old cancer doc. I have run competitively since college but have never been more than moderately fast. My wife and I run every distance, lately trying our luck with ultra distances.
3 comments:
Exactly what I was thinking today:) Congrats
congratulations on your continued streak though i think the sub-16 minute 5 km is the best accomplishment. i strongly relate to your comments, not just because i am 37 but that feeling of having things so good and needing to appreciate every moment because the goodness of the moment is so fragile and transient.
ps my sombre mood in writing the last comment was completely destroyed by the verification word which was whodick ...hee hee hee. 37 and the word dick still makes me giggle. maybe i am not as overly serious as i thought.
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