On my 40th birthday I picked up the book “Born to Run” by Christopher McDougall at a Costco, of all places.
The book is about Ultramarathon’s and running in general, with a focus on a race in Mexico that pretty much nobody has ever heard of.
Ultramarathons. 50 mile races. 100 Mile races. In 100 plus degree weather.
And here I am, a guy that has never successfully crossed the starting line of a marathon (though I have done 20 or so half marathons and did finish a Half Ironman, not to mention three finishes at Alcatraz).
Running is so very honest, more honest than anything else in my life.
I have never started a marathon (signed up for three with the first being twenty years ago and the third taking place on December 8) because I never was able to do all the work necessary. I would work hard and than, eventually grow lazy and give up….which, in my opinion, is the biggest sin a person can commit.
My life is pretty empty. I work. I sleep. I train. I watch television. I read. When I am lucky I get to wrestle. It feels as though it has been a life time since I have accomplished anything of any note or value, which is an indication of how my mind works.
I won’t ever have kids or get married. I doubt I will ever move out of Sacramento. I am more then content to spent the rest of my days in this one bedroom apartment I have lived in for six and a half hours.
But I have a bucket list. And the number one thing on that list is Ironman. But before I can possibly attempt Ironman I have to know that I can run 26.2 miles. I have to believe, in my heart, that when I get off the the bike I can do it.
After Alcatraz last month my dad said something that has really hung with me…. “it is time to become a runner.” And he is right.
It is time I become a runner. Again.