THE CIRCLE OF (RUNNING) LIFE

05.31.2015
Running in the 80s

Running in the 80s

Well, that title sounds a bit profound and for me, it is. As you will shortly see, it refers to coming to the ‘end’ of something, but the beginning of something else.

Enough of the cryptic and weighty commentary. Let’s get right down to it.

Somewhere in the murky depths of the history of my life, I became shocked and distressed at my personal state of fitness and decided to do something about it. The murky part is related only to exactly how old I was (39, I believe). The moment of shock that got me doing something about it is quite memorable. I was at a dance in Summerland, BC giving it my all, to ‘Rasputin’. It is a) long and b) very energetic to dance to. I suddenly realized I was out of breath and my heart was pounding and I actually had to sit down.  AAAAAUUUNNCHCCH (supposed to be the sound of a loud buzzer, like in a sporting event or when you get the wrong answer on a quiz show).

What to do? I had been quite active and athletic in my younger days: baseball, soccer, track and field and kind of up for anything active in nature. Interestingly, one of my sports, soccer, gave me an injury that had made another (running) fairly impossible. I jammed my left knee very badly, ending my  career in soccer. Although I was playing for UBC at the time, I was not a future star of the game and life was demanding more of my time. The injury was kind of a punctuation point to something that was probably already in the works. After healing up I could sprint short distances and walk great distances. What I couldn’t do was what we then called ‘jogging’. After about a mile the pain in my knee was terrible and very sharp. I actually tried a number of times over the years, but right around that ‘mile’ mark there would be the pain.

Flash forward to the fateful dance. Once I caught my breath, I knew I had to do something. Since running is such an important base for so many other exercises, I decided I would start there. If a mile was my limit, I would just run a mile. Every day. And so it began.

I was pretty religious about. I have no idea how long I did this, but I would get to the mile and even though things were feeling fine, I would quit. It seemed better to get my daily mile in than to revive the injury. What if I tried maybe a mile and a half, a couple of Ks?  Hmmm. Nothing. Two miles ? Well, you get the picture. Whatever I had done, the knee was working just fine. I do wonder what might have happened (for my PBs) had I done this in my late twenties rather than being almost 40. We’ll never know.

Before moving to something more demanding, I decided I should really see my doctor, Don Williams, (for the info of any old time Summerlanders ). Well, Don was a runner and after a proper check, enthusiastically endorsed my intentions. There are other stories flowing out of that check-up, but we’ll save that for another post. The result was that I targeted my first race and began training. The race was the Giant’s Head 5K, part of the Summerland Action Festival.

THAT was the beginning. I believe it was 1985.

I soon got a bit like Forrest Gump and just kept on going, running my first marathon something like three years after that first GH 5K (first photo at the top of this post). Anybody who reads this blog or knows me doesn’t need a recap of the running I’ve done. By an informal count I am well over 200 races plus all the underlying training. Over 60 of those races are half or full marathons.

Start Line - Giant's Head Run (5K/10K) - 1986

Start Line – Giant’s Head Run (5K/10K) – 1986

This weekend I will return to Summerland to run the Giant’s Head 5K once again, completing the cycle some 30 years later. But, there is more, a lot more. This is also the beginning of something, far more than any kind of ‘ending’. On June 6, I will run my very first race with our grandson Charlie! I am very excited about this and so is he. Although he lives in Summerland with his parents and we now live near Vancouver, it is all going to come together on the roads of Summerland on Saturday evening.

Judi Cumming at the Finish

Judi Cumming at the Finish

Danielle (Cumming) Krysa - GH Run 1986

Danielle (Cumming) Krysa – GH Run 1986

Running is kind of a family thing and the Giant’s Head Run represents our collective entry point to everything that has followed. The accompanying set of finish photos (some admittedly, not the greatest photography) is from 1986 as far as I can deduce. From wife Judi, through all three of our kids, Danielle, Janna and Cameron, all are represented. Over the years, I have run with all of them, especially the kids, in our big Half Marathon Challenge, where I ran a half marathon with each offspring when she or he was half my age. I’ve run races with both sons-in-law too and can’t wait to somehow make it happen with the newest grandson, Jonah. Considering our relative ages, him being just five months old and all, that may have to be with him in a jogging stroller.

Janna Cumming - GH Run 1986

Janna Cumming (in pink) – GH Run 1986

 

Cam Cumming - GH Run 1986

Cam Cumming – GH Run 1986

But, the focus now is on me returning to Summerland to close the circle by running this year’s Giant’s Head 5K, and to begin an entirely new era of running things with Charlie. This is the first event, but I surely hope it isn’t going to be the last. I am hoping he will be gentle with his old Grandad and not kick my butt on the first outing. Charlie’s Dad, Greg, seems to like triathlon more than pure running. Charlie, considering his Dad a hero, as any boy should, has followed down the path of getting into triathlons. He has

My competition at the Giants Head Run - June 6!

My competition at the Giants Head Run – June 6!

been doing kids’ mini-tri events for a couple of years now. I’m not 100% certain of the final arrangement, but it may be that Greg will run the GH 10K, giving us a three generation presence in the Giant’s Head running events. Danielle was thinking about it, but her son quite astutely pointed out that SOMEBODY had to cheer and take photographs. He has a point! Sorry Danielle, maybe next time. I mean if somebody doesn’t do that, how will I be able to write the fully illustrated post-race story of how all this turns out?

Stay tuned then, for the report on the Giant’s Head 5K, both the end and beginning of an era of running in the life of the family of this old blogger and ‘jogger’.

 

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