David Wilson


I started running when I was in my 30s, but… I also stopped in my thirties.  Then, I started again in my 40s, and again – I stopped.  I don’t really have a good reason WHY I stopped.  There has always been a lot going on in my life, and finding the time to run is not an easy thing, particularly as the distance you run increases… all I can say is, I suppose that it was a matter or priorities.

Last August, 2013, I caught sight of myself in the mirror one morning and stopped cold.  I was fat.  No way around it.  I felt old.  I got out of breath climbing the steps at work.  I could not recall how it happened, but I knew – in that moment – I had two choices.  Continue to drift down the drain, get old, and probably die too young…or fix it.  Without hesitation my brain said…run. It takes very little equipment, and it can be done any time of day (or even night if absolutely essential).  You need shoes.  You need a road (or a treadmill).   You need enough intestinal fortitude to make use of both.

I started in August of 2013 running again seriously.  I could barely make it 1.5 miles without passing out, and it was slow.  It took me over 20 minutes, the first few times.  I kept at it, and I hit 100 miles by my birthday (October) of that same year.    This past April, I ran my first 1/2 Marathon.  I have clocked closing in on 800 miles, 575 or so this year.  My Personal Record 5K time is now 27:06 …  If you are a runner, you know what coming from a beyond 20 minute 1.5 miles to that time means to a runner.  I’m not fast.  I’m not a racer…I’m a runner.

I will run my first full marathon next March – The Newport News One City marathon – it’s the first time the race will ever be held…it’s flat.  They give you 7 hours to complete it.  My goal is simply…finish.  I’m here to share all the pains, mistakes, and lessons of the many miles I’ve covered and will cover.  I will be sharing this blog with some amazing people – runners, every one, all with a different story.  I went from 230 pounds to 193 (give or take) in a year.  Running changed my life, and it can change yours.

I wrote this recently – the other thing I am is an author and a poet…  I wanted to try and capture some of what I feel…

I am a runner…
I am not an Olympian,
But if you put one foot
In front of the other,
You will meet me on the road.
I have not trained all my life
To slice seconds from time.
I have not suffered for speed,
Or left my heart on the track
Or the road.
I am a runner.
The wind is my friend,
The road calls to me.
The miles are a flickering slide-show
Of places, and things, sweat and dreams
I trade sleep for miles.
I run between the cracks of life.
I am not an Olympian,
But I am a runner
And we all meet, eventually…
On the road.

David Niall Wilson

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