I guess that I am still pretty young at 39.
It was at about that age that I quite smoking after 20 years and started trying to run. I could not even jog a 1/4 mile. After three years I ran my first marathon and then began my quest for Dreams of Glory
that ended with a torn ligament behind my right knee. All that I can say is that I tried my best and the heart was willing but the ligaments were weak. No Olympic marathon trials for me. I was fast enough that I believed I would be on the podium for the Masters Mile in Alexandria, Va. But the road to the Olympics is strewn with the carcasses of the people like me who are not naturally gifted.
The joy of being so blazing fast is simply incredible. The pain of laying awake all night long with your legs hurting and already being full of painkillers is long forgotten but I know it well.