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.