This post was written for and first appeared on One Foot In Reality.
Even though some of you may have already read previous versions of this post. Since I have started writing on Aging Runnah exclusively, I have decided to clean-up and re-publish my forty plus years of running series here on Aging Runnah. There were a few rough spots, things left out and I thought it would be nice to share this old fart’s story of running over the years – yeah the story of how I became the runner I am today.
This post will be about the years
1988 – 2000 — The Lost Running Years
Snow Shoeing with Dad – I don’t have any running pics from this time.
This post will be about 1988 to September 2000. These are the toughest years for me to write about. A lot happened in my life professionally and personally that well…looking back were years that I made a lot of mistakes. Twelve years which I consider the “lost” years of my running life. I didn’t race at all and while I ran quite a bit during this time, I didn’t run consistently and it was more spits, spurts and far too often more than a little bit of indifference.
However, even though I didn’t run consistently or race much, I still would run around 200 days a year.
For many reasons and how painful some of the memories are for me me during this period, I have decided to make this post my most generic and will just skim through most everything and then move on.