Standing off to the side around mile 18, watching the stream of runners moving past me, my hands numb and red from clapping and feeling an occasional emotional tear running down my face. Some runners look at me and express their appreciation for my applause by a nod. Others move along, eyes staring straight ahead, almost in a zombie state. A painful look of determination on their faces.
At this moment you could call me an elite spectator. I was in the run, but I wasn't. Age 70, having run since I was 45, mostly 10K's and some endurance runs, I could feel their pain and was remembering my own bygone antiquated thoughts, counting the remaining miles, sharing the exhilaration and always wanting to sing to the beat of the shoes slapping on the pavement, Bill Murphy's marching song in the movie "Stripes," "Do Waw Diddy, Diddy, Dum, Dum."
Today, running is hard for me, but I still try. I dream of completing a marathon but cannot project my dream beyond the difficult two mile run that I periodically struggle through. Enjoy the moment, you youngsters. Time goes fast and your degenerating body will soon be competing with your will. Should I go running today? I hope you don't let it win. read more