Whether you turn to the right or to the left, your ears will hear a voice behind you, saying, “This is the way; walk in it.”
I’m sixty, and I haven’t really run anywhere, intentionally at least, for a good thirty years. Maybe longer.
I did run for a while in college and a little while after. Then life, and pounds, happened. I’d like to think I can run again. But, I know, at my current weight, that’s not an option.
I’m working on that. That’s another post. And a few more trips to the gym.
While I don’t run I can, and do, walk. I endeavor to walk most days at lunchtime. Weather permitting and all that fun stuff.
So, yesterday I did something radical.
I signed up to walk in the Ukrops Monument Avenue 10K this coming April.
I’ve done this before. Three times, I think. I’ve missed the last few years. One I think maybe because of injury. The other because of scheduling.
But, I”m back.
I hope I can make all six miles.
They say (whoever they are) that walking is a good exercise for senior citizens.
Yes, I just called myself a senior citizen. Bring me my damn discounts.
So, walking it is. I’m also back the gym attempting to swim when I can. I can swim if I’m there. It’s the getting there that I’m attempting.
So, I figure I have…what?…three months to build up the stamina to make this race.
And to develop a playlist.
I got in trouble the last time when I used a Broadway playlist. It’s hard to walk a straight line to West Side Story (there’s more in that sentence than I intended).
But, as a choreographer friend said…”It’s the snaps, isn’t it?”
Here I am, at sixty (I think we’ve established that), entering a race.
Okay, I’m not racing with anyone except myself.
But, I’m doing this.
It’s about being my age and attempting to do something you know you can do. Would I like to think I could run it one day? Sure.
Am I worried about that for this April?
Not so much.
That’s all for now.
I need to go shopping for shoes.