(I got delayed. This post was meant for yesterday!)
Three days to the marathon. Not exactly a marker of particular significance in terms of the race except that today is my birthday. It’s not an anniversary that I usually make note of. Many a time it’s completely slipped my mind. Most years I have to take a quick count to be sure of my age. So I hope you’ll pardon me if I pound my chest just slightly this year as I’m feeling quite good about running a marathon three days after my 58th birthday. Much of age is truly a state of mind. It’s just a number. Good health is a blessing and in no way do I mean to discount that good fortune. But I’ve never had a concept of how one should feel or act at a given age. Perhaps never remembering my age is a consequence of this state of mind. I’ve always refused to slow down or readily give in to the effects of time. Or perhaps I haven’t been running towards a date for the past year but running from a number, 58.
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