Last year, while on a 10K run, a 12 year old runner zipped by me in full stride without breaking a sweat. At that moment, as if I just saw my whole life pass me by, I sadly said to myself, am I really this old? Did I really regress this much? I was depressed and carried this feeling to the finish line.
While waiting for the award ceremony to start (I came in 3rd on my age div), I still felt bad. I tried to picture myself at age 12 knowing that as a kid, I was the fastest & most daring boy in the block. Sadly, all athletic activities stopped after grade school though, I had my moments. I was already at peace with myself and of my limitations, when the boy's name was called for his medal. I applauded and wished to see him run when he gets to be my age.
Now, at 68 years young, I train harder, run more miles and more focus, not because I want to be competitive, but to take advantage of my daily blessing and enjoy life at its fullest. After all, there is life, other than chasing and yelling at the grandchildren.
Embarcadero finish line and the Bay Bridge.
California Dreamin' Race Series -- Run the series within 2 years and get a medal shaped like the California map and a jacket. Based on the long line of runners getting their awards, it's a very successfull marketing promotion of the three events.