Running and Age

We run to learn.  This means that as we age, nothing changes.  Until you are ready to surrender.

Nothing changes because the hunger is still there.  The craving for intensity.  Fear is still there too, because it’s inescapable that physical resilience degrades with time, and injuries heal more slowly, which means the consequences are more severe and the stakes are higher when we head out sleepy-eyed for the morning jog or toe the starting line for an important race or disappear into the wilderness in pursuit of enlightenment. Continue reading “Running and Age”

Running and Age

Go Barefoot Cow

Maybe my fate would’ve been different if I’d grown up like a Comanche child – playing naked in the forest until adulthood.  Instead I grew up a modern child.  Living in a city, playing in the alleys.  Always clothed and shod, except for bed and bathtub. 

As a teenager I went to the track and tried to run, but after 15 minutes, my shins would go numb.  I couldn’t lift my toes.  Landed flat and heavy.   “Frustration” might have been my middle name, or maybe it was “persistent” for I clumped along despite the disability, hoping the symptoms would resolve.  I wanted so badly to go fast and run far. 

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Go Barefoot Cow