Yesterday afternoon was the last day of summer, so I chose to go for a long slow run.
I’m 66yrs old in two months time, so a long slow run for me is around 8 miles at an 8 minute mile pace. Old injuries which are mainly scarred tissue on areas of both lower legs is if anything what comes to light during a run in the shape of tearing pain just like opening up a zip. If that happens, I’m out of the game for weeks into months.
Thankfully I had an awesome run, and even this morning I’m feeling great and ready for another 8 miles this afternoon as today is the first day of Autumn…and here in New York the leaves are already beginning to turn those gorgeous Fall colours.
The one thing I find refreshing from my runs, is the thinking that I do as I get into my (much slower these days) stride.
I have time (just over an hour at my pace) to reflect on my life and just how fast it’s gone by.
For those of you way younger than me, trust me it goes quickly. In only 25 years time I’ll be 90…maybe! When I think about 25 years back I was only 40 and in my prime. Yet 40 was the natural age for military retirement…or take a backroom job at a desk. Crazy given that I could still break any required timing for a military physical test back then, and accompany that stat with the benefit of skills set and experience gained from the former 23 years service. Yet if you want to remain in service, then you can do it from the side lines.
So, given that I joined my former unit to soldier, the sidelines was not for me.
That skills set and experience was then used to benefit the commercial security sector for the next 17 years, as many other lads and lasses from the military had chosen to do too.
So, an awesome active life in both the military and the security sector, around 40 years in all from my 65 in war zones around the world.
Today, people see just a little old man still drudging along at 8 minute miles for a long run. Yesterday part of my thinking went towards mates no longer with us…something that as I get older, I think about a lot. Just a few weeks ago, a mate much younger than me dropped dead while doing his gardening. I had a mate a couple of years ago died from the “big C” my age and exceptionally fit…and way too many other mates taken through various reasons last year too.
It doesn’t matter who we are, or how we conduct ourselves, whether we believe in an after life or not, at any time we can be taken away from this life.
That I’m well aware of, and so are many others at my age and older.
Old age creeps up on you…that’s for sure.
However, despite how I may look in the mirror after taking my creaking body out of bed slowly to stand in front of it…my mindset is still of the 19 year old preparing for SAS Selection…and that will never change.