Getting Better
by Monte Riggs
As these mornings get gradually colder I strangely no longer look for excuses to stay home. In fact it has become a kind of test of strength that I've begun to relish in a way I haven’t as a runner in a long time. Why this kind of insanity? For several years I began to think my body was in steady decline and allowed myself to slip into sad acceptance of that apparent deterioration. After 3 decades in which running had become a big part of my life I started to wonder if my running days might be over. I had seen it happen to friends. Perhaps my time had come as well. But now, for the first time in a long time, I am seeing evidence of improvement in both strength and endurance. I realized it is my mental outlook that changed the most.
by Monte Riggs
As these mornings get gradually colder I strangely no longer look for excuses to stay home. In fact it has become a kind of test of strength that I've begun to relish in a way I haven’t as a runner in a long time. Why this kind of insanity? For several years I began to think my body was in steady decline and allowed myself to slip into sad acceptance of that apparent deterioration. After 3 decades in which running had become a big part of my life I started to wonder if my running days might be over. I had seen it happen to friends. Perhaps my time had come as well. But now, for the first time in a long time, I am seeing evidence of improvement in both strength and endurance. I realized it is my mental outlook that changed the most.
I moved to Presidio County in June, coming from an altitude
of less than 100 ft. to almost 5000 ft. When I first started running here I quickly
started to dread the morning run. The modest hills on Mimm’s Ranch road
combined with the altitude left me wheezing and walking before I reached the
top. The rough washboard texture of the road made my ankles and knees hurt and
finding a comfortable place to step difficult at best. I had grown accustomed
to a well worn foot path whose 3 mile loop I had long ago memorized.
This morning is cold by my standards, at least running north
where the rough gravel road takes me into the teeth of a north wind for half of
my run. The return is warmer with a slight tail wind and brilliant sunshine heating
me enough that I often have to shed a layer of running gear. Waves of sparrows
or chickadees in silhouette against the bright morning sunlight break away
before me, launching themselves from the tall grasses and creosote bush to
scatter across the road ahead of me, their flight pattern a rhythm of rising
and falling just above the tops of the grasses surfing on the slowly warming
air. I find that regardless of the conditions, my focus is more on the beauty
of my surroundings rather than any discomfort from running. Occasionally I am so
moved I feel compelled to stop and watch a small raptor gliding low across the
pasture or the color of the grasses and sky even on a cloudy day. Because I
have bad feet, running for me has always been accompanied by some level of
discomfort and pain realizing that at age 63 I can get better makes the daily
ritual of exercise fun again.
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