One of the ironies of the current boom in participation is that while unprecedented numbers of people are taking up running, many of these people are in their 30s or above.
There was a time when I used to flatter myself that I was somehow ahead of the curve in certain things. Not so much a trendsetter but at least an early trend-spotter, especially when it came to music. But quite a while ago I realised that when I took an interest in something – prime example: sourdough baking – the fact that loads of other people were taking it up as well wasn’t a sign that I was somehow in the vanguard of a new trend but actually I was just one of the herd. At my ripe old age, I’m pretty comfortable with that fact.
‘Running: a great sport to start in later life’ on theguardian.com is more confirmation of that. In a way, it’s good to know that me taking up running isn’t part of some sort of impending midlife crisis triggered by thoughts of mortality. I’m just one of a huge number of people in their 30s and above who have decided to take up running, through whatever weird social mechanism turns these things into trends.
Post title lyric taken from Pulp – Help the Aged