No. This is not a post about complaining. Or about looking for a reason to give up.
Because I still have a lot of strength and motivation. And still, as fate gives, I will show myself a lot.
This is a post about some reflection.
I look back and wonder if it wasn’t worth it to try harder.
To run better times in competitions. To screw up those times really decently.
When there were opportunities and, above all, strength to do so.
Because I look at my running records. Just under 1.26 in the half marathon and about 3.01 in the marathon.
After all, these times are far from the capabilities of a healthy, full-strength 30-year-old.
Far from my capabilities there.
To use the strength and energy of a young man. The fact that the body recovered faster.
The fact that I could run a lot and hard.
My running years were around my thirties. Let’s give myself those first years of collecting lessons, or experience.
But after that, it was the years for running fast.
As my colleague said 2.30 in the marathon was within reach.
I may not completely agree with that. However, really something between 3.01 and 2.30 would be manageable.
And now closer to 40, somewhere in my mind I’m thinking that I might still run a good time.
However, I wonder why I didn’t do it earlier!
I didn’t make more sacrifices when I probably could have after all.
Or maybe it was meant to be this way?
