I am aware this sounds like an April Fool’s joke, but it isn’t.

I am aware this sounds like an April Fool’s joke, but it isn’t.

I began running in 1994, nearly thirty years ago. I was not a runner before. (Every time I have to figure out the year I started. My older son went along with his faster buddies as an eight grader running with the high school cross country team in fall of 1993. I was so impressed by the camaraderie that the following spring I started running myself. That fall I ran with my son’s team.)
It’s been a long time and because I spent six years coaching that same cross country team, I am judgmental about runners I see on the beach even now. I want to coach them. I want to share my hard won wisdom, such as it is.

Seventy is not dead. Not yet. But it is old as this underlit and unretouched photo makes clear.