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Life is so long
“Idiot. He just could not help himself, could he? He had to bring up his running bullshit.”
One of the kind readers commented on my story.
I wasn’t offended. It’s part of writing — getting negative comments. But I guess I am a little more conscious about writing too much about running here on Medium. Only a fraction of my followers appreciates this topic.
In this story, I will mention running. But bear with me. This is not a story about running.
Today I was writing a note on Substack about my “ultimate” goals in running (damn, I’ve already mentioned the word running too many times). I said that the main goal is not to reach some marathon time but to run in old age, run competitively. As I was writing, I started researching the best runners aged sixty and older and came across this guy:
My mind wondered. I was impressed, of course, by the running story, but I also thought about the age of 70. It didn’t strike me as old. Well, it’s all connected. Someone at 70 is incredibly active, so I can’t perceive him as old.
I’m twenty-seven years younger.
Twenty-seven!!!
Writing this right now, I am having to check my math. Yes, twenty-seven. Twenty-seven…
