I’ve been thinking a lot about running marathons and endurance and goals and deadlines and hanging in there when common sense says to just hang ’em up.
I’ve never run to win the race – even the training runs and shorter 5K races and half marathons, I wasn’t ever even in the top ten for my age group. For the LA Marathons, probably not in the top 100. Or the top 500.
That’s okay, I wasn’t running against the clock or the other runners, I was running against my own limitations and fears.
Now that I’ve passed into my 70’s, I don’t know if I’ll ever run again. At this point even the Monday Municipal Miles were kicking my ass, and that was only a mile and on flat ground.
But my brain points out that part of the problem is how out of shape I’ve let myself become. That can be fixed. And it started to be! The first MMM my mile was almost 25 minutes – by Week Three I had it down under 20 minutes, and I did Week Five in about 19:30. If I were to do that three or four days a week and then start extending those distances, I could get back close to where I was.
Will I be running any 3:00 marathons? Not in THIS lifetime! Could I maybe do a 6:00 marathon? It’s possible.
Which brings us to day-to-day life, not running, but just trying to keep up with a to-do list that’s growing twice as fast as I can knock things off of it. How can I catch that endurance and persistance lightining in a bottle to keep going on all of those boring, mundane, routine, but necessary tasks?
If anyone has an answer, I would love to hear it!

















