Love, Peanut Butter, Bucket List

The competitive swimming list is complete. I entered and swam the 400 IM at my most recent swim meet, which means I’ve done all the events from the 25s to the mile in yards, long or short course meters, and many of them I’ve done at all three distances. I’ve done the 5K swim (my 10K attempt ended with Hurricane Irma’s arrival). That does not mean I’m done swimming, only that I need a new

grouprunning

Make new friends, see new places, one state at a time.

challenge.

I’ve decided to start the “Old Is A Four-Letter Word” Tour. No, I’m not heading out as a Rolling Stones groupie. My goal is to race once in all 50 states. The type of race – a 5K, 10K, swim meet, bike event or triathlon – is immaterial. I have to pick one and do it once in every state. Aside from Florida, I have Massachusetts and Delaware done. Next up is Louisiana, piggybacked onto a car club event. Next year: Colorado (the Cherry Creek Sneak in mid-April looks like fun) and the Maryland/D.C. area (too many to count, but the Fort McHenry Tunnel Run is interesting). I have family in both places, so there’s my other excuse to go.

Why bother to do this? Why train, eat right and deal with travel and packing and all the details? The adult in me knows better, but the kid in me wants something more. Because keeping the body good and the brain active requires regular workouts. I’ve said this before: I don’t want to be the old rocking-chair type, waiting for Death to stop by and pick me up for that final ride to whatever is waiting after this life ends. If I’m going (and at this stage, I am more than halfway there), then I’ll meet Fate head-on, no cane, walker or wheelchair at hand. I’d rather go out on my bike, or with my running shoes tied tight, than age away slowly.

In case you’re wondering, my doctor has no idea about my new plans. I see him before the end of the year, and I’ll try to explain it to him. Not planning on asking his permission. Just planning to let him know what I’ve decided. It’s an ambitious plan for an (almost) 60-year-old. And don’t ask me how I’ll manage Alaska and Hawaii yet.  For now, I’m thinking of stocking up on peanut butter and getting a T-shirt to wear in honor of this quest. Printed on it: “I’m running through 50 states. This might take a while.”

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