Feb 23, 2007
Life and running
Date: February 20, 2007
Music: My running playlist
Mileage: 5 miles
Route: To the top of Iroquois Park
Tuesday was a beautiful day after all the cold temperatures and snow we've had. I decided to go up to Iroquois Park and run to the top. I took along my IPOD and even wore shorts.
When I arrived in the park, there were only about 3 or 4 cars parked and only one man, who sat smoking on a picnic table, in the ampithetre area. I stretched a bit and took off.
When I run in Iroquois Park, I am always reminded of the many years I ran here with Nick Truby. Nick was my running mentor and taught me all the things I know about running. Nick has ran all his life and enjoyed helping me get started running. Every landmark in the park brings memories of something that happened on our runs.
About 3 years ago, Nick moved to Florida, with his wife Joan and I lost a great running buddy. I still haven't replaced him. Earlier in the day, I had received an email from Nick's wife informing me that Nick has prostate cancer. It was a shocker, because Nick is so healthy. He is going to have surgery in March and is pretty concerned about it.
As I ran up to the top, I noticed there was no one on the road. I made the entire trip to the top with only seeing one person. It was so peaceful and quiet that I even turned off the music for a while. Nick remained in my thoughts and I imagined a few times that he was running with me in spirit. Every time I passed an area, it reminded me of something that had happened during our many runs.
Running up there was one of the most spiritual runs I have had in long time. Running along in the woods, with nothing but my music and thoughts of Nick, his future and how he was doing.
As I came down the hill, I met another walker, which brought me out of thoughts. I rounded the bottom of the hill and headed back to the parking lot. At the parking lot, the Iroquois Hill Runners were warming up for their hill repeat workouts. I struck up a conversation with one of the runners and he informed me that another running buddy had injured his back and has to have surgery. His running career is over.
Today was a grim reminder that all of our running days are numbered and it doesn't take a much to end them. I am thankful every day for the ability God gives each one of us to run.
Music: My running playlist
Mileage: 5 miles
Route: To the top of Iroquois Park
Tuesday was a beautiful day after all the cold temperatures and snow we've had. I decided to go up to Iroquois Park and run to the top. I took along my IPOD and even wore shorts.
When I arrived in the park, there were only about 3 or 4 cars parked and only one man, who sat smoking on a picnic table, in the ampithetre area. I stretched a bit and took off.
When I run in Iroquois Park, I am always reminded of the many years I ran here with Nick Truby. Nick was my running mentor and taught me all the things I know about running. Nick has ran all his life and enjoyed helping me get started running. Every landmark in the park brings memories of something that happened on our runs.
About 3 years ago, Nick moved to Florida, with his wife Joan and I lost a great running buddy. I still haven't replaced him. Earlier in the day, I had received an email from Nick's wife informing me that Nick has prostate cancer. It was a shocker, because Nick is so healthy. He is going to have surgery in March and is pretty concerned about it.
As I ran up to the top, I noticed there was no one on the road. I made the entire trip to the top with only seeing one person. It was so peaceful and quiet that I even turned off the music for a while. Nick remained in my thoughts and I imagined a few times that he was running with me in spirit. Every time I passed an area, it reminded me of something that had happened during our many runs.
Running up there was one of the most spiritual runs I have had in long time. Running along in the woods, with nothing but my music and thoughts of Nick, his future and how he was doing.
As I came down the hill, I met another walker, which brought me out of thoughts. I rounded the bottom of the hill and headed back to the parking lot. At the parking lot, the Iroquois Hill Runners were warming up for their hill repeat workouts. I struck up a conversation with one of the runners and he informed me that another running buddy had injured his back and has to have surgery. His running career is over.
Today was a grim reminder that all of our running days are numbered and it doesn't take a much to end them. I am thankful every day for the ability God gives each one of us to run.
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