I’m a big fan of Quirks and Quarks (a CBC science show) and this week they celebrated the 50th anniversary of the moon landing in 1969. As I listened I was struck with awe at the bravery of those men, realizing more now than I did when I was 21, how really primitive the technology of that event was, and frankly, how much luck was required! Despite the fact that it was an event inspired by the Cold War, we saw it as an achievement by the inhabitants of earth. We were a hopeful lot back then, thinking we could stop wars with sit-ins and songs. Sometime in the half century that followed, I lost that shiny view.
I’m sorry to say that I’m giving up again. Finishing a half-marathon is being removed from my list of annual goals. For many years, training for my annual 21k race was the motivation to keep me on the walking trails, piling on the kilometres. I got to know the city really well! I had trained to walk the Beaches Jazz Festival 21k next weekend, when a family difficulty arose that made it impossible. The relief I felt when I realized I would have to drop out was astonishing! I guess I didn’t really want to run that race but could not admit it to myself. So, from now on my races will be 10k’s. Don’t despise me; don’t pity me as I accept the limits of my knees. It’s part of admitting that I’m seventy-one. (And don’t send me pictures of octagenarians skipping rope!)