I managed to get out for a run after work today, a nice six-kilometre run along the city's river. I attempt to get out at least three days a week for a run, trying to maintain some semblance of fitness for this aging body of mine.
As a runner in my late fifties, I realise that I don't run as hard or as fast as I used to. I don't quite have the muscle strength, flexibility, and balance, so running is getting a little harder these days.
Through all of this, there are a few things that my running has taught me:
- I can't run as fast as I used to, so I should stop trying to keep up with the younger brigade.
- I should start my run slow and build up. I need not stress about the first two slow kilometres, but focus on the last two kilometres and bring my run home strongly.
- Not all runs are the same, and some will need to be easier than others. I shouldn't be hard on myself if I have an easy run.
- It is always more enjoyable when I run with someone else. I try and do that as often as I can.
I revel in the fact that I am still out there running. So, run Peter, run.