Last Saturday, I ran my first race in about 4 or 5 years. Not my fastest time, but OK for an old guy. 25:49 was good enough for 12th overall (out of 66) and 2nd in my age group (50-59). We ran 5,000 meters out and back on the beach from the pier in Daytona Beach in a race to raise funds for Parkinson’s Awareness. Now I’ve got the running bug again and know I can recapture some of my previous speed. My best 5K ever happend about 30 years ago when I finally broke 18 minutes at a 1981 race around Lake Takanassee on a Monday night in NJ.
Funny, I don’t feel that much different than I did back then. I certainly don’t feel 51. But I ran across my birth certificate the other day and I can’t deny that the years have passed.