I definitely can't run as fast as these young men but fortunately I can still run a fair race or two in the mature runner group I call the survivors; the old sloggers the wrong side of 65.
Two days ago, witnessing the Silvesterlauf spectacle as an interested spectator at Austria's Peuerbach on New Year's Eve I reflected that Spring is on the way, and if I'm going to perform with my usual moderate success in 2015 I'd better get on with my pre-season training.
I've lingered on the sidelines long enough, three months it is, excusing myself and my aches and pains.
Now it begins!
Update: New Year's Resolutions are sometimes made to be broken. The aches and pains are winning. I'm doing a little jogging, a few exercises and some walking. It's going to be a recovery year I feel. Perhaps a year without races. But that's OK. The body sets its own agenda. I think it's best not to fight it.