The question remains: have I already run my last marathon or is it still ahead of me?
Today I am going to begin to test the waters. I told my children (as my newly licensed daughter drove them to school this morning!) that if I can run for an hour today I am going to begin training for December in Las Vegas. If I peter out early I am out.
I will begin by running up the High Line and checking out the newly opened second phase, and then continue north. I will let you know how I do.
I’m fifty now. I ran my first marathon at forty. Honestly, I’m not sure I have another marathon in me. My boyfriend’s mom says that I don’t need to run marathons any more now that I have found true love and contentment. In the past, I needed an escape, and running for hours and hours at a time provided that. Now that I have the perfect partner I don’t need to “run” away from my life (articulated perfectly by a doting Jewish mother).
My music is loaded. A few new singles and the newest Lady Gaga c.d. are on my Ipod, ready to motivate me.
I am not going to count how many people pass me, because they all do now. Ten years ago I could usually pass at least half the people I came across. This is no longer the case, but I can’t let that discourage me. I’m going for distance, not speed.
Wish me luck!