
As most of you know, I started running in 1985 as a way to stay in shape. I was 24 years old and newly married. I didn’t have any kids and my job was nowhere near as demanding as it is today. I would go out after work and run a couple of miles in the Texas heat and return home to have an ice cold beer. It was just something I did as a lark. I really wasn’t what any one would call a serious runner then.
In 1988, I was transferred to Fort Lauderdale, Florida. I kept up my running. But, due to the humidity and constant heat, I started to run early in the morning before work. I signed up for my first road race in December 1989. It was a Jingle Bell 5K race in Sunrise, FL. I don’t remember how well I did as I didn’t really take it too seriously. I was in it for the free t-shirts. Later this led to signing up for a 10K race which at the time I thought was ridiculously long. By the time, we moved to Springdale, AR in 1991, I had started to take my running a little more seriously. I also was starting to feel the need to run rather than just because I had it scheduled.
In Arkansas, I started to run 3-4 times per week. I didn’t sign up for any races. Frankly, there were not many races available to run up in Northwest Arkansas at that time. Instead of worrying about racing, I was just trying to figure out a training program to keep me in shape and allow me some time to unwind from the pressures of my job and raising two small children with my wife. It was my “me” time. It was the one time of the day that I could get lost in my thoughts and be in my own world. It allowed me to work through issues and problems at work without anyone around to disrupt me. I also found that my running had changed. It was something I really needed and missed when I couldn’t get out there on the road.
Six years after I first started to run, running had become a very important part of my life. I realized that I had become a runner. I wasn’t really sure what that meant and I had no idea at the time that I would actually go out and complete several ½ marathons and then 6 marathons. It was the furthest thing from my mind. Running stimulated me in so many ways. I found that all of my senses were at a heightened state after completing a run. Even so, I would often find my mind wandering almost in a meditative state as I ran. My surroundings would melt away and the only thing I would be thinking about was my footfalls and constant forward motion. Even to this day, sometimes I will finish my runs and not be able to remember large portions of the route I had just completed.
Now 18 years since moving to Arkansas, I know that running has become a religion to me. It doesn’t replace my love for Judaism. It simply supplements it. My running has become my way to pray and allows me to connect to my spiritual side. We humans are creatures of habit. I am comforted by my daily rituals which includes my daily run. I find that I need that time out in on the road. There is a Chinese proverb that says, “The journey is the reward.” I enjoy my daily journey and I find that it gives meaning to my life. I don’t like to think that the only important thing is the concept of heaven and its rewards; instead, I want to feel how wonderful this life is today. Running gives me that feeling every time.
On each of my runs, I find peace. I enjoy the structure of my training regimen. It is comforting when so much around me is totally out of my control. I keep a log book of each of my runs meticulously keeping records of the distance, pace and heart rate. This seems to provide a framework to my existence on this planet. It gives me a sense of accomplishment. As I watched my frame shrink from weight loss two years ago, I saw my legs grow firmer and more muscular. These changes made me happy.
Looking back, running does so much for me. I am less tense. At 48 years old, I am in the best shape of my life. But, most importantly, running has put me in a new community of people who will always be there for me to offer advice, wisdom, or just be there for me when I am out there struggling to finish. Sometimes, perfect strangers will give me a brief word of encouragement during a race that spurs me on. I am one of the lucky people whose body has not had any major injuries from the pounding of high mileage. For me running is a joyful experience. I hope that you fellow runners are having the same experience out there on the road.
Here are my training totals:
Jan. 17 – 10.20 miles (1:33:26, 9:09 pace)
Jan. 18 – 6.20 miles (59:37, 9:37 pace)
Jan. 19 – 5.00 miles (40:28, 8:06 pace) – Tempo run
Jan. 21 – 7.20 miles (1:04:15, 8:55 pace)
Jan. 22 – 7.20 miles (1:04:46, 9:00 pace)
Jan. 25 – 7.10 miles (1:01:56, 8:43 pace)
Jan. 26 – 5.00 miles (1:04:15, 8:55 pace) – Mile Repeats @ 7:13 pace
Jan. 28 – 7.00 miles (56:22, 8:03 pace) – Tempo run
Jan. 29 – 6.20 miles (57:50, 9:19 pace)
Jan. 30 – 10.10 miles (1:29:40, 8:53 pace)
Total Miles: 71.20 miles
2010 YTD Miles: 166.20 miles