Turned 55 this week.
Not a big deal for me really, but when I look at that number it grabs the attention some. I feel it is one of those ages where if I were to suddenly drop dead for natural causes, people wouldn't be surprised - myself included. But when you look at yourself in the mirror you don't think that could be you. It's always someone else, until it ain't.
I do think a consideration of your own mortality, at least a little bit, with some degree of frequency, is a good thing. I think, when that thinking is managed in a healthy way, can get you to be a bit more focused on this moment. And hopefully with that seeing you can realize what is important.
Been running some. Knee is still a POS, but manageable. Runs are still 8 to 10 minute pace, but last week I did do some stuff on the local track for 200-400 meter repeats that were around six minute pace. It didn't aggravate the knee anymore but lack of work at that pace was quickly realized. Miles have been adding up to about 40 miles a week, even with a little bit of business travel in there.
No race aspirations. I did 10 on Saturday and it was fine, but I knew that I wasn't ready to roll or to do a mountain marathon. I do think I can get back to that though. I am not sure if that is naive thinking or just habit (which might be the same).
Looks like, since I am at nearly 1600 miles on the year currently, I should hit 2k this year. I guess that is a goal of sorts now.
New music crew is The Pinebox Sleepers. And despite the name, we are not a bluegrass band. We have played a few "on the short" gigs, and there is a bunch of possibility there. I fell into a gig with a handful of musicians who are super talented and I am just trying to keep up.
The running scene has been ridiculous, right? I mean, a US guy runs 1:41 for the 800 and doesn't get a medal and it's considered a bit of a bummer by some because of the fact that men medaled in all the other track distance events? You could pretty much take the last handful Olympic highlights for the US and put them into one rollup film in Paris. And then, Matt Carpenter's record at Leadville falls to David Roache (I am impressed but not surprised at the respect that David pays to Matt in episode 220 fwiw). Now "old schooler" Anton kills another FKT.