Yesterday I completed my annual long-distance run. My reference point for this activity is a practice that I read about that is followed on a small Pacific island where the old folks annually are obliged to shinny up a palm tree, and told to hang on.
Meanwhile the kids gather at the bottom and shake like hell. The old folks who are able to endure this shaking are vouchsafed another year of life. Those not capable are referred to the local hospice for end-of-life care. Yesterday was my one-year survival test. I hung on.
This one was different. First it was only a half a marathon because for the previous 43 years I had run a full marathon, the last being the famous Boston 2013 bomb crowded affair. Conceding at last to the calendar I scheduled yesterday's run of only 13 miles from Fisherman's Wharf in San Francisco across the Golden Gate Bridge and back finishing once again at the wharf.
Secondly, the effort was different because at two miles I stopped off at a friend's for a quick visit in that she lives right along the course.
A third difference occurred at mile six, where I missed the correct turnoff up the hill to the start of the bridge, and thereby logged an extra mile and a half. Dumb.
But who can complain? It was a gorgeous brilliant day with our favorite city of San Francisco on full display. Lucky to be alive! Meanwhile on the other coast the New York City Marathon which I have run twice in my annual ritual was in full force. I reflected how happy I was to be in California with no biting winds or gale force headwinds.
So yesterday I passed my 84th survival test proud and strong at the end. I still have 16 years left in "Being Mortal" until 100. I wore my "Dare to Be 100" t-shirt yesterday.
I plan these survival challenges until 100. After that I will negotiate.