Change Is Hard

…but change is certain.

Running toward the past

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Once upon a time, more than two decades ago, I joined a online group of women who wanted to run. I met some of them out at Kensington, my favorite park, and that first day we walked and ran around the lake, eight miles. We walked the uphills and ran the downhills and had a great time talking.

Today I ran behind this guy for quite awhile, but at 3 miles I turned back and he kept going.

Over the years we’ve run plenty of training runs either together in person or together in cyberspace. Plenty of races too, including several half and full marathons. We’ve even been on a few road trips to do races, those are the most fun!

And after each race or long run I’d post my ‘nature report,’ things I’d seen along the way. Even in marathons I could usually remember one thing from each mile to comment on in my race report delivered to our common website after I was home.

The cowslips and most of the trillium are gone, but I found a few still blooming.

Then, ten years ago I ended up with a stress fracture in my right foot, training for a local half marathon, and the running, for me, stopped. I stayed in touch with the group though, cheering on those who were still running, celebrating life events like children’s weddings and the birth of grandchildren too.

The group is much smaller now, but they still support my attempts to get back to running. On my 60th birthday I met some of them for a race in a small town several miles away. Some of them did a half marathon, I did the 5K and then waited to cheer them in after their race. (If you want a giggle, read the post at the link above.)

I don’t know what this is, it was about knee high, all these blossoms are connected to one stem.

Still, even after that I didn’t get back into the running groove. And time moved on.

I miss my friends, I miss the comradery of preparing for a race together, even if it is online. I miss writing my nature reports.

There’s quite a bit of this, reminds me of perennial geranium in my garden.

So a couple of months ago I registered for a local race. It’s a 10 mile race in Flint Michigan at the end of August, and I used to run it all the time – I think the first time I ran it was 1990. In the past decade I’ve run the 5 mile event, and I’ve walked the 10 mile, but I haven’t really trained to run the long, hot and humid race.

And now that I’m registered, well, I have to get cracking. So for several weeks I’ve been trying to get out the door every other day at least for a long walk. And in this past month or so I’ve been adding running bits.

This little whippersnapper passed me a couple of times. Then she’d walk and I’d pass her.

At first just a quarter within each mile. Sometimes not even that. Some days are just walk days. But this week I had a four mile run/walk where I ran the middle two quarters of each mile back to back. A half a mile each mile run.

OK, so run might not be exactly the right word. It’s not that I’m fast. But still.

Then she got further ahead and when I went around the next corner she was long gone.

Some weeks are better than others, and I’m worried that I’m nowhere near ready to do 10 miles, but I’m trying not to get injured, so I’m going slow.

I’ll be traveling a lot this summer which always makes it more difficult for me to train. But I hope that we’ll be doing lots of walking and somehow I’ll stay in shape.

Hot and sweaty but still smiling.

Once I get in shape of course.

Set the phone camera on ‘selfie’ and held it under the may-apple leaves, shooting up.

Author: dawnkinster

I'm a long time banker having worked in banks since the age of 17. I took a break when I turned 50 and went back to school. I graduated right when the economy took a turn for the worst and after a year of library work found myself unemployed. I was lucky that my previous bank employer wanted me back. So here I am again, a long time banker. Change is hard.

25 thoughts on “Running toward the past

  1. A run is a run, Dawn. No matter how many miles–you did it! I used to be out running 4am–so peaceful and dark and beautiful then. With all this hardware in my neck now from the surgeries I can no longer run, but I sure as heck can walk and cheer! Remind me when that race is–you’ll hear me cheering you on down here in sunny FL!

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  2. Had a stress fracture in my foot the year after I started competing in agility. Terrible nasty thing that wouldn’t go away. I did get back to agility within the year–but that was more than 2 decades ago. Congratulations on trying a new old challenge and working towards it. And thanks for the nature shots!

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    • Stress fracture in a foot is, I’ve found, terribly nasty. It still pings once in awhile, to remind me that I’m no longer whole. And back in the day I had to describe my nature reports, didn’t carry a camera or a phone for that matter. Don’t even know that I had a phone. I think my powers of observation were honed from those days.

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  3. This is great that you are getting back to running! Love Kensington!

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    • Kensington has something for everyone. It’s my all time favorite park around here. I used to run my long run every weekend there. Now I try to avoid weekends, but still try to get there as often as I can.

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      • Its about 45 minutes from me so I always keep my eyes open for events there! And Waterloo in Chelsea is sort of my own favorite personal haven, and where I go during those peace seeking times by myself.

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  4. You go girl! You’re on fire. Nothing like having a race on the radar to keep one motivated. I love your zest for life!!!

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  5. Good job you! Sounds like the group was a great fun motivator, and kept you going. I use to do triathlons, so I ran or biked everyday. Hated the swim, so never trained for that. Now I walk, or hike.

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  6. Good for you for taking up running again. The walk/run approach is smart and your body will thank you. Keep it up!

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  7. I admire your motivation. I could use a gallon of it at least, because lately all I want to do is sit.

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  8. Ten miles is a LONG way to run, Dawn — shoot, it’s a long way to walk!! I’m pulling for you. I love how you’ve found so many pretty things along the way. I try to do a long walk every day — it keeps me feeling fit and lets me indulge my penchant for chocolate and ice cream now and then! Best wishes for reaching your goal!

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    • 10 miles IS a long way, but this is a really great race, with crowds of people along the entire route. It’s hilly too….and usually hot…and humid. Unless it’s raining then it’s just miserable. 🙂 But it’s a really great race!

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  9. So great that you are doing this- and such a far distance. Love your smile, and I hear ya with not getting injured. Our minds say one thing, the muscles another! Looking forward to hearing about more of your adventures in training

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  10. Getting out there and moving is what counts, not how fast you cover the ground. You are doing great!!!

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  11. Dawn, I love your writing. It is so fluid & it really speaks to a person. Such a gift to have!
    I was really drawn to the title “Running toward the past”. It is especially meaningful at our age.
    It’s only recently through some heavy therapy that I realized that I have been running away from my past all my life. You have given me inspiration with that title to do a u-turn & try to see it in a more positive light; more straight & head-on. Thank you.

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    • Hi Kate, I guess there are any numbers of ways to run toward the past. Good luck with your effort to see things in a more positive light…I hope it works just the way you want it to! Stop by again, any time!

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