Great Olympic News for Us "Old Folks"
In the paper today I saw that Gail Devers made the Olympic team for the hurdles; she is 37. They consider that old. Blech. I turn 39 in Sept. I must be borderline ancient.
I love the Olympics. I love watching the track and field and swimming. Gymnastics is fun, I prefer men’s of course, but I like the fast pace of a race. I cannot fathom being so motivated as to train the way these people train. I was a swimmer until high school and then swam in the summers on a small local team. My brother was a big time swimmer and they used to train so early in the morning I think only farmers were awake. And the runners… I just don’t identify. I hate running on pavement. It hurts. My entire body. But some people are built for it and can run like the wind. That chick I met from Wisconsin at the birthday party on Saturday had run 18 miles that morning; she does 6 minute miles consistently and can talk to you in a regular conversational tone while doing so. I cannot. On pavement, I am a mess. Choking and gasping for every breath. That thick taste of yuck in my mouth. Blech. On an elliptical machine, I can go for an hour, but not real running on pavement. I do not have wings on my feet.
As I get older, I am more prone to sports injuries. I’ve spent nearly $300 on orthotics for my running shoes. Last summer we thought I had a small tear in my Achilles. I had to stay off it and do the whole sports injury thing and my doctor is saying to me, “Why in the hell are you training so much?” I’m an endorphin junky. But what I train pales in comparison to what people like Gail Devers train. I train merely 3-6 hours a week. People like Gail Devers do that in a day... at the least. I am in awe.