That old adage, “Never ask a woman her age,” gets thrown out the window when you hang around with a bunch of runners. It would be pointless to try to keep one’s age a secret because the number, or at least the age division, is printed on every race bib.
That being said, I’m sure my running buddies will not mind me pointing out that most of them are old enough to be my parents — or grandparents. But when it comes to distance running, age ain’t nothing but a number. I run with 40-somethings and 50-somethings who can outpace and out-endure my 20-something body.
That’s another thing I love about running — it’s not just a sport that I can do right now, it’s a sport I imagine myself doing for decades.
Another thing I love about running is that it’s never too late to start...