The slow run

I woke up at 8:32. At 10:32 I was running. Soon I had done 3.32 km. And after 3 hours and 32 minutes I had finished 32 km. Happy 32nd birthday to me!

I started running my age on my birthday in 2021. I plan on doing this till my 70s hopefully. Imagine that: running(probably more like walk-running) 70 kilometers at age 70. An ultra-marathon, that’s epic, but bloody hard. If I manage to stay in shape to pull this off at that age I’ve done at least something well in my life. And it’s not like the previous year at 69 it’s going to be a lot easier :)). Not only do you add one more kilometer each year but you’re getting a bit weaker physically from one point onwards.

Running today on my 32nd birthday is a reminder of my own mortality. Things aren’t going to get any easier as you age. Like in this simple experiment, every year means one more kilometer added. It’s not much but it adds up. It becomes an uphill battle that you can face with your fists clenched, struggling for one more step or you can smile, let go and just embrace the fact that indeed it gets harder but each step is part of your journey and you might as well enjoy it while it lasts.