My running BFF and I went to some trails we haven’t run on together in years to celebrate my 50th birthday. At one point in my life it would have been a 50 mile or 50 k run to celebrate, but nowadays 11 miles was more than enough. The trails were typical New England rocks and roots, the foliage was on the edge of turning, and it was a nice cool morning. Good stuff.
It might have bothered me that I have two friends who are still running 100 milers in their 60’s, but recently our ultrarunning community got together and I found that apart from those two guys in their 60’s, my friend and I are about the only ones who are still able to run at all, so I guess now I am just glad we are able to get out there and get in the miles we can. And, if I’m being honest with myself, after finishing up the run I had zero desire for more, and she doesn’t either. We actually laugh about how stupid we were in our youth.
Anyone, enough complaining from this cantankerous old man. I still managed to tire out a 9 year old at my birthday party so I guess I’m doing okay.