tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425555.post7096322138508181849..comments2023-12-20T09:54:33.993-05:00Comments on Not Born to Run: Glory Daysjeannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15105083650427355181noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425555.post-35231781838045364592007-08-01T21:44:00.000-04:002007-08-01T21:44:00.000-04:00a great post. Good luck with your training. My mom...a great post. Good luck with your training. My mom is 60 and just started running last year.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425555.post-37830575070182918372007-07-21T18:00:00.000-04:002007-07-21T18:00:00.000-04:00Hehe, Springsteen would be so proud of you. And w...Hehe, Springsteen would be so proud of you. And will Peter. Glory days indeed!Richhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15436424232430968215noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425555.post-4220800250187091202007-07-20T13:03:00.000-04:002007-07-20T13:03:00.000-04:00Carpe Diem, baby! You are the glory in these days...Carpe Diem, baby! You are the glory in these days! I've found myself jealous of the born athletes a time or two - but I think they miss out on so much of the spiritual and mental growth that happen for a person who trains even though it doesn't come easily for them. I'm going to imagine that they miss out, anyway, so I can feel superior. Because that, ultimately, is what life's about. Feeling superior. <BR/><BR/>PS - you are going to ROCK that training, girl. ROCK. IT.Larissahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00058994751103189361noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425555.post-90396072377642260622007-07-19T05:50:00.000-04:002007-07-19T05:50:00.000-04:00I agree..these are the glory days. And you should ...I agree..these are the glory days. And you should celebrate every day that we no longer have to SUFFER through our 20s...cause girls indeed do suffer though their 20s. Ahem...but just don't start dressing or dancing like Bruce and his strange little guitar friend.Violethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16663466437903289200noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425555.post-4558904443826098262007-07-18T12:34:00.000-04:002007-07-18T12:34:00.000-04:00You are fired up, aren't you? These ARE glory days...You are fired up, aren't you? These ARE glory days. You never ran so much, so fast and so far in your life and here you are with a chance to do it all again.<BR/>The Army 10 Miler and the lead up program got me excited and I'm not even there to do it. I am excited for you. That's a great race and training load. Now sign up for the race before it sells out!Davidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11692284050637212115noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425555.post-50227155809883667562007-07-18T11:29:00.000-04:002007-07-18T11:29:00.000-04:00With age comes wisdom? You mean there is still hop...With age comes wisdom? You mean there is still hope for me?Thomashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07802380462713592586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425555.post-54049015523664240862007-07-18T08:52:00.000-04:002007-07-18T08:52:00.000-04:00I love your post. It reminds me of why I run. I ma...I love your post. It reminds me of why I run. I may not be the fastest out there, but I am determined to enjoy the ride, attempt to better myself and hopefully encourage others to jump in and try their hand at a sport I love.L*I*S*Ahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02727834966701714029noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425555.post-39377785830176776912007-07-18T08:28:00.000-04:002007-07-18T08:28:00.000-04:00What a handsome group of people! Look at the same...What a handsome group of people! Look at the same picture twelve weeks from now, and the ones who stick with the program will be even more svelte, smiling even more broadly and exuding confidence. (Remember how great you were running just before your surgery.) Your Sunday six miler? I also crashed and burned on my long run that morning. It was 92 degrees and humid, Jeanne! You, like all the runners in the group who stay with it and get better, are an athlete.peterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17284634727671648704noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425555.post-6440292289055892392007-07-18T08:23:00.000-04:002007-07-18T08:23:00.000-04:00I'm glad to be part of the 'people I've met part' ...I'm glad to be part of the 'people I've met part' of running! <BR/><BR/>I enjoyed this post even if I am only in my 20s. The moment we are in is what matters. We can't live waiting for what may or may not happen. I am so happy that you took those first steps to get out the door and become a runner. You rock!Lauriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04300945096399594946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425555.post-36286959935808322682007-07-18T07:18:00.000-04:002007-07-18T07:18:00.000-04:00Thanks Jeanne!!!!!!!!!!!!!I am a lapsed/post-injur...Thanks Jeanne!!!!!!!!!!!!!<BR/><BR/>I am a lapsed/post-injury, too fat and too old to live runner [sic]...<BR/><BR/>I'm desperately looking for a reason/motivation to put down the tub of ice cream to start ALL OVER again... way back... at the beginning.<BR/><BR/>Reading your blog gives me hope that it can happen for me. At some point it all went bad cuz I thought I couldn't run a marathon -now I just want to run.<BR/><BR/>As I sit here this morning, I cannot find a single argument with your idea that THESE are the glory days. Wisdom that is so simple and obvious.... <BR/><BR/>Take care, ScottScotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04740378196839345108noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425555.post-71092575482027493942007-07-18T07:01:00.000-04:002007-07-18T07:01:00.000-04:00Great post!!! I love it!! Just when I was feeling ...Great post!!! I love it!! Just when I was feeling grouchy about this chick on one of my lists b!tching because she was going to run her next marathon over 3:20.... up frickin' Pike's Peak...Nancy Tobyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18402516081283603553noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425555.post-31006343520843785082007-07-18T02:38:00.000-04:002007-07-18T02:38:00.000-04:00Saw your post throught the RBF... And just had to ...Saw your post throught the RBF... And just had to comment. Like you I never did any sports, all through school I used every excuse known to mankind to skip it. At the start of the year I got bored on a thread mill and took a few running steps... a few months later I started running outdoors. I love running and for the first time take my training seriously... yes, I am slow and will never win any races, thats not the goal... I improve myself a little bit each time I get out there... my mind or my body or both... <BR/><BR/>I am also a fellow Phedip. listener, love that podcast!<BR/><BR/>Thanks for a Great post!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425555.post-61186628747930997332007-07-18T01:50:00.000-04:002007-07-18T01:50:00.000-04:00Glory day, Jeanne. They are here.Glory day, Jeanne. They are here.iJulshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14436474104993233283noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425555.post-67789354543682708532007-07-18T01:45:00.000-04:002007-07-18T01:45:00.000-04:00hm. i can't say i'm getting back into anything i d...hm. i can't say i'm getting back into anything i did, because the most i ran competitively was 2 miles (x-c). in track i just did the 400, 800, 1600 and various relays (as long as i ran more than 399 metres). long runs were 7 miles, but they were l.s.d. so running the marathons were new to me. <BR/><BR/>i also played soccer for 12 years, but i'm not getting back into that for no other reason that i enjoy not coordinating playing or practicing with anyone. too much of a commitment. <BR/><BR/>it is depressing to get back into things, because if the photos from high school weren't enough, you also have times you'll never come near again. and it's even more depressing when your times weren't all that flash.<BR/><BR/>but i slacked. wednesdays were supposed to be for l.s.d., but most of the time, we cut it short by a mile so we could swim in the apt complex pools we passed, screw around in an air-conditioned grocery store (where we often pantsed each other like classy dames), or bought skin mags to put up in chemistry class the next day (only did it once, but mr lowe was a dih-ked and deserved it). <BR/><BR/>aaaaah youth.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425555.post-86987791992459333282007-07-18T01:00:00.000-04:002007-07-18T01:00:00.000-04:00Whoa - harmonic convergence. I was having thought...Whoa - harmonic convergence. I was having thoughts very similar to this today. I hadn't articulated 'Glory Days' but that is such an apt description.<BR/><BR/>Thanks for sharing your great thoughts and rock on with your badass running self. You ARE a runner.21stCenturyMomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02370504811536749950noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13425555.post-14521628617215394162007-07-17T23:54:00.000-04:002007-07-17T23:54:00.000-04:00I LOVE THIS POST!That's why I like running too - I...I LOVE THIS POST!<BR/>That's why I like running too - I'm so crap at it I can't help but get better all the time! But being a beginner is so exciting too - every little step is a huge victory over the unknown and the terrifying. And as for the lovely people you meet on the journey, you are right, they ARE the best bit :)LBTEPAhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17630217889998453714noreply@blogger.com