I'm not one to obsess about my age, but I occasionally fall into those little moments of panic that I know most of us get. "I'm almost done having kids, then they'll grow up, then I'm old and decrepit, and then I die."
In these moments, it helps me to think about old people who are living a kick ass life. Old people that are laughing with their friends and family and doing the activities that bring them joy.
Check out this old guy:
This man just finished the Toronto Waterfront Marathon.
He is 100 years old.
The most incredible part of this story is that Mr. Singh ran his first marathon at age 89. Eighty-nine.
I am going to put up a picture of this awesome dude on my treadmill, and look at him when I get discouraged that I'm still. not. running. If I'm anything like him, I have another 70+ years of running, and it probably doesn't matter at all that I took a three month hiatus in my twenties. And when I'm running hard, and it starts to hurt, I'm going to look at this picture and try to imagine the pain that his hundred year old body endures during a marathon, and I'm going to straighten up and soldier on.
Ha! I just noticed something hilarious at the bottom of this article:
"... and even finished ahead of five other competitors"
Oh man. How would you like to run a marathon, have a hell of a day and finish in over eight hours, and then be publicly called out for finishing behind a hundred year old man? Whoa. Talk about a kick in the pants.