I’m 70 and weighed in an hour ago at 192.4. (Yes, we’ve got a digital scale)
and I am a towering 5’8” (questionable). Thirty years ago I tipped the scales at 250. I underwent my first triple bypass 5/25/83, and shortly thereafter began a serious running program. Shortly after returning to duty, my leaders decided to put me back on the horse that threw me, so they sent me TDY to Baghdad. I ran just about every day through those horribly polluted streets. In Baghdad, I first learned about “The Hash House Harriers” and ran with them often. I ran four miles a day in Mexico City at 7,500 feet, in Havana at sea level and in Jo’burg at 4K, and a lot of other locations in Africa and Latin America. Now, I’m disabled and get around on a cane on a good day, and am holding my walker in reserve. I can’t even walk outside now. Aren’t you glad you asked? Ask me what time it is, and I’ll tell you how to make a clock.
Wow! I’m surprised you are telling your very personal information.
I've always said that running wasn't good for you.......
Not only that but no matter how far or how fast you run, you always end up where you started so whats the point in that?