I ran my Labor Day Half Marathon on Saturday. It was in New York City in the area known as Rockaway Beach. New York is interesting like that. It's more like a collection of villages than neighborhoods.
Anyway, normally this race is run on the Boardwalk. But Hurricane Sandy damaged large sections of it so we kind of weave up and down on and off the boardwalk and the street. Still, it was very flat and quite boring.
I ran it in a disappointing 2:24:30. I wanted better, but it was an August Half so you take what you can get.
After the race, we, that is David, Carolyn, Patrick and I, went to Yankee Stadium for a baseball game. the Orioles lost. It was well pitched by both sides.
The Grandmothers stayed at home with Colin and while they had a wonderful time with the baby were very happy when Mommy got home.
Then later ...
A bit of reality was brought home to me as i was talking to two people at a party.
I take running for granted.
These two men were talking and discussing the fact that walking was painful for them. Each of the has back and joint issues that prevent them from walking or even standing for long periods of time. I can run 13 miles in under two-and-a-half hours and these men, about my age both of them, cannot even walk for or stand for 30 minutes and I am disappointed when I turn in times like the last two I have run (2:42 and 2:24).
Shame on me.
And then I read about Diana Nyad. She is 64 years old and just completed the 110 miles swim between Havana and Key West. "... We should never, ever give up ... you're never too old to chase your dream ... it looks like a solitary sport, but it is a team."
Appreciate what we do. Do it for as long as we can because there are some who can't.
I was also reminded about those who have run and have passed on. I always remember Ulysses Thomas at every race. Tom went down at mile marker 23 in the first RnR Savannah. His obit the next morning read like my bio.