Originally Posted by Contarama
I'm 48, 5'9 or 10", probably 185 have a 8 pack stomach. I can do 50 sit-ups/push-ups/chinups no sweat...do it everyday. Lift dumbbells and walk about 3.5 miles every night about 5pm except on the weekends. Still no beard and I might be able to outrun Cal. Probably better looking too
Today I only weigh 148.5 pounds. You definitely have the Canadian Ninja Warrior Build, and I'm the girlie-man here.
Currently I'm 60 1/2, but when I was 49 I basically ran the NYC Marathon "off the couch" with pretty much no training. The only thing that had prepared me was in my younger years I raced bicycles and I have a very high threshold of pain. I don't count the 6 mile jogs home from work in Madhattan to Brooklyn 3-4 times a week proper training for a marathon.
At a Friday meeting a friend who was an elite marathon runner gave me his bib so I could run in his place. He had overtrained and had fallen ill, so I basically had one day to get ready. My gal was worried that I would follow the legend and complete the marathon and drop at the finish like in the legend. She made me promise not to race.
But on the way to Staten Island the morning of the race I ran into this pot head who offered me some hash brownies to fuel my race. I declined, but I found out that if I made a time under 5 hours that my name would be posted in the New York Times in a Marathon supplement.
This changed everything and I was forced to break the promise I made to my girlfriend. So at the start of 35K runners my position was close enough to the Front Runners that I could see them. When the race started my time began when my RFID passed over a pad at the start. My girlfriend was able to track me on her Blackberry.
It didn't take too long for her to discover, "That fxxx'er is racing." In Williamsburg on Bedford and South 2d Street I knew she would be there as a spectator. She was not too happy, I emerged from the mass of runners, kissed her, and said, "I got to go." Pretty much I left before she could yell at me.
I was still pretty fresh and my time thus far was 2 hours and I was about half way through the 26.2 miles, but I made a mistake in Greenpoint and stopped for 7 minutes to use a Porta Potty to pee before heading into Madhattan. Lactic acid spiked and the second half of the marathon was painful.
Towards the end I saw a sign in Central Park that said "4 miles to finish." The problem was I was hallucinating because I saw this sign 3 or 4 times. I cursed, "MF Central Park is not that big."
I had set the dial on my Rolex Submariner at the start. Time was running out, so I started a sprint to attempt to break the 5 hour mark pushing through the discomfort and fatigue.
The next day I could not walk. I called into work to request a sick day, and my jerk of a boss asked if a sick day was appropriate, and I told him if I had a head ache a sick day would be appropriate, but instead of my head hurting it is my legs.
It was a week later when I bought the New York Times. I beat the 5 hour deadline by 26 seconds. LOL. Running the NYC Marathon and finishing it definitely is one of those "Peak" experiences in my life.
So I get forwarded these pictures from my friend. Kishore is Southeast Asian and his full name is about 27 letters long. I have this shot of me running in Central Park, I'm wearing a tight bicycle shirt that has a 3/4 zip that is open, my chest is exposed, and I look like a champ, but the name on the Plaque is Kishore's full unpronouncible name.
Back on topic: For this race of course I shaved my legs.
BTW I still have a baby-face, and I get away with being a bad boy a lot because of my looks.