I tell people that I have been running a million years. Of course, I have not. I am only 51 years old. Yes, that is true. I do not mind telling people my age. I am the self-proclaimed poster child for the 50 plus fabulous.
My first foray into running was when I joined Army ROTC in college. I was pitiful. My father, a former drill sergeant would go out with me and sing cadence to help me along. I was really really bad. I was still running two miles by the time he finished four. I was not sure I could ever pass a physical fitness test. With a lot of hard work, I did. I was eventually able to run my two miles in the required time period.
Then came the hard part; most of Army running life is done in formation. I had to keep a certain pace in order not to ‘fall out’ of a run and get put on remedial training. That was not easy and I ‘fell out’ more times than I want to admit. I swore that after I left the military I would never run with a group or even another person again. I wanted to run my own pace without the pressure of having to keep up with someone else. I wanted to be able to sing cadence to myself and not have to deal with anything I did not want to deal with. Yup, that was the plan and it was the plan for many, many years.
Until I found my sole mate.