For some reason, I rarely write about my primary form of exercise; since I’ve been distance running since high school, maybe I just take it for granted.
I first became a runner the summer before my freshman year when I was recruited in junior high by the high school distance coach in Illinois. My first choice was to join a bike team, but alas American high schools didn’t seem to have them. Instead I ran thousands of miles during my high school career and participated in numerous “meets” and road runs.
I pretty much stopped running in college, though I did experiment with the dorm bike team at Indiana University. Unfortunately, the team didn’t hold together long enough to compete in the race made famous by the movie Breaking Away. Actually, the team sucked so bad it would not have qualified.
My running was on and off during my 20s, as I explored hiking, swimming and biking. It was especially difficult to run during Arizona summers because I worked a shift that made it impossible to run during cooler night hours. By my last two years in Arizona (1994-1996) I began running (very slow) in the summer heat three to four times a week.
When I moved to Florida in my mid-30s, I started to get serious about running again. (Working Days really helped.) One of my favorite courses was to run from our rented house in Flamingo Park in West Palm Beach over the Intercoastal Waterway to Palm Beach and back. Unfortunately, there were no hills and the humidity left me coated in sticky sweat. For the first time since high school, I started running with my shirt off.
Movig to Southern California was fantastic in terms of running: it never gets too cold to run, it seldom rains and it rarely gets too warm – unless you live in the Valley or desert. Upland offered me the added bonus of a huge climb in the middle of the run. I never seemed to run fast, but when I’d visit family in flatter parts of the country, I could zoom around like a kid.
The only lulls I've had in recent years was after Seth and Lael were born. Actually, I found it easy to keep running after their immediate births, but once they started moving around and sleeping less, it was nearly impossible.
Lael hit that difficult age sometime last spring just as we were planning to move. Quitting my job and moving to Chicago made it difficult to get started back up.
But a couple weeks ago – and after an eight-month lull – I resumed running. Normal people would have started earlier, when it was still somewhat warm out. Or they would have waited until spring. Not me, though. No, I’m a bit nuts: I started running just as the temperatures dropped into the teens and below! On the other hand, I’m running four miles as fast as ever – that’s because if I move too slowly, I’ll turn into a popsicle.
Speaking of which, it’s time to dress up and head out.
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