After one last long run this weekend, I will begin the process of tapering down for the Catalina Marathon on March 13. Ambitiously, I’m going to try and do a trail 50K (31-32 miles) just three weeks later, on April 3. I know that most of you who read this aren’t runners. Just for the record, I want it known that I am not a natural athlete! I didn’t start seriously running until about seven years ago, at age twenty-nine. I was looking to burn off stress and anxiety, as well as fight the rapid and disturbing encroachment of ever-greater softness around my middle.
I ran my first 5K in May 1997, my first 10K in January 1998, my first marathon in March 1998. I was absolutely, addictively hooked. I still am. But though I now do 20-mile trail runs on the weekend, and think longingly about completing a “real” ultra of 50 miles or more, I also remember a time when I could not run a mile. I remember the amazement I felt when I first looked down at my watch and saw that I had run a full 30 minutes without stopping.
Eight marathons and countless other races later, I still think of myself (mentally) as the soft, chubby, shy high school boy whose only activities were Academic Decathlon and Model UN. And I know full well that many of my fellow marathoners (in their 30s, 40s, and 50s) were very unathletic — and frequently unpopular — in high school. There’s some truth to the saying that the distance running community is the “revenge of the nerds”! (It’s nice, at 36, to have a smaller waist size, a lower resting pulse, and a lower body fat percentage than I did in high school). Anyhow, the point of this rather simple little entry is to offer whatever encouragement I can to those who think they would like to someday do a marathon — if I can do it, anyone can!
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