I never knew Aubrae Gunderson.  She died on September 26, 2005.

It was a tragic accident;  she was struck by a car while running with her cross country team at my local High School.  Right in front of the school.  They renamed the road in her honor, and there’s a plaque on the side of the road where she was killed.  There’s also a race held in her honor every year.

I ran that race last November. Again.

The race inspires me.

Aubrae Gundersen

That’s me, the sweaty guy on the right wearing #456, with a group of my friends at the end of this year’s race.  The girls in the picture went to school with Aubrae. They also run the race every year. The race runs past the site of the tragic accident and ends, appropriately, with a lap around the high school track.  The race is MC’d by her parents, Dan and Eileen, whom I admire greatly.  It’s been held every year since her death, with the money going to a scholarship that’s awarded to an athlete from the school who meets certain attributes.

Attributes that defined Aubrae.  She made up this acronym from the first letters of her name when she was in 7th grade – it now hangs on her parents’ bedroom mirror, and is printed on the t-shirt that each runner receives:

Aubrae Poem

I don’t know about you, but I find the “E” chilling.

Enjoy life today; yesterday is gone, and tomorrow may never come. Aubrae Gunderson Click To Tweet

Her Dad doesn’t know me, but he made a point of coming up to me at this year’s race and personally thanking me for attending the race in honor of his daughter.

Class Act.

As I run the race on the roads once run by Aubrae, I think.  I think about….

….the girl I never knew.

….her parents.

….her younger sister, Arielle.

….the life that Aubrae didn’t get to live.

…..”Enjoying Life Today”.

Aubrae Inspires Me


Running With Joe

Just as I’m inspired by Aubrae, I’m inspired by Joe.  Joe’s an amazing guy.  Honestly, he’s the most upbeat, positive, encouraging man I’ve ever met.  He was a neighbor of mine when we lived in Ohio, and became a role model for what I want to be in my later years.  He’s in his late 70’s now, and I haven’t seen him in a few years.  I suspect he’s still got the energy of a 20 year old.  I suspect he’s still running.  I suspect he’s still smiling.

He cut off his finger when he was using a log splitter while in his early 70’s (I told you he was energetic).  “Ah well”, he said, “That finger served me well for more than 70 years, I guess I can’t complain.” In fact, I’ve never heard Joe complain.  He takes his dog into nursing homes.  He guides hikes at a nearby National Park.  He runs several times a week in a local running club. He’s always upbeat.

He was running the JFK Ultra 50 mile ultra-marathon into his 70’s.  “Yeah, but I walk up the hills now,” he says.

In 2009, my town was having it’s first annual 1/2 marathon.

“You want to run the 1/2 marathon with me?” Joe asked.  

“Ah, Joe, I haven’t been training for a 1/2 marathon.  I can barely run a 5k, let alone a half marathon of 13.1 miles,” I weakly replied.

“Come on, you’re going to tell a 72 year old guy you can’t keep up with him?  I run slow, and I walk alot,” came his reply.

On May 31, 2009 I ran the half marathon with Joe.  Here are my momentos from that race:


The picture of he and I running together is one of my all time favorite pictures, and hangs above my desk in my home office.  I love the smile on his face in that picture.  Typical Joe.  We’re 12 miles into the race, and he’s smiling.  At 72 years old.  Doesn’t he look great?!

The final 1/4 mile of that race was incredible.  Joe’s a legend in his running club, and the entire running club ran back out after their finish to run the final stretch with Joe.  Joe’s a Rock Star. I was a Groupie. It was awe-inspiring.

I’ll never forget it.

After the race, I told Joe my goal in life was to beat his 1/2 marathon time of 2 Hours, 34 minutes and 55 seconds when I’m 72 years old. (He’ll be 98 years old by then, and I wouldn’t be too surprised if he decides to run it with me).

Joe Inspires Me.


Why Do I Run?

Why Do I Run

In December of 1995, at the age of 32, I ran my first mile (full disclosure, it took about a week on the treadmill before I could reach the mile mark without walking).

In the 20 years since, I’ve run more than 10,000 miles.  In 34 States.  In 23 Countries.  (Yes, I keep a log, and it has to be at least 3 miles to count)

I don’t run fast, and I don’t run far (anymore).  I also walk a lot more these days, especially up the hills (Thanks, Joe!).  I go through the inevitable cycles, sometimes not feeling much like running, but running nonetheless.  I don’t time my runs anymore.  I don’t care about my pace.  Sometimes my ankle hurts.

But….I continue to run.

My motivation in December of 1995 was the same as my motivation as I approach my 53rd year on Planet Earth:

  • I don’t want to suffer the negative consequences of a sedentary life.
  • I sit at a desk most days, and can’t wait to BREATHE real air during my lunchtime runs.
  • Running provides a time-efficient option to get some exercise.
  • I choose to enjoy running, even when I don’t.
  • I want to have an active retirement, and be able to do what I want to do.

Aubrae never made it past her Sophomore year in High School.  I’ve been blessed with a wonderful life.  I choose to enjoy that life.  I would prefer to enjoy it for many, many years.  How I evolve through that life is, at least in part, up to me.  Running is the path I’ve chosen to increase my odds at a long and healthy life (like Joe’s).  Aubrae and Joe are my inspirations.


Find something you want to do more of (or less of), then find things in your everyday life to provide the ongoing inspiration and motivation to succeed in your goals.  Look in the everyday places.  Be creative.  Be consistent.  Find something that provides you short term inspiration, and something that supports a longer term goal.  Don’t just make a resolution and be done with it; to truly succeed,  seek inspiration.

Aubrae motivates me in the short term (to run her race, every year).  Joe motivates me in the long term (to run a half marathon when I’m 72).

So….I run.

When I’m 72, I want to be able to run a half marathon.

I want to beat Joe’s time.

What do you want to do?

Find Your Inspiration.





  1. My husband just retired this week. I’m eligible later this year but haven’t made a firm decision yet. The thought of that void retirement brings is exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. Thanks for reminding me there can be so much more!

  2. Fritz,
    Thanks for the Blog!
    I find the advise and articles really inspirational.
    Keep um coming in 2016.

  3. Thanks Fritz a great article as always and it does give me something to think about. Who knows maybe I will run the 1/2 with you next year. Today is my first official day of retirement …. Let’s see how it all works out. As for me, I want to be one of the first 400 Triple Crowners, as if 2015, there are close to 272 … Guess I better get busy.


  4. Loved this so much Fritz! You inspire me! Thank you for sharing more than just helpful advice, but also a bit of your heart.

  5. Find something you want to do more of (or less of)…
    Thanks for reminding me about the “or less of!” Great article…keep them coming, Fritz! Love seeing your “gift” in action helping others.

  6. Incredible. Your article alone is inspiring. You have a gift Fritz – thanks for sharing!

  7. Hey Fritz, you scare me how parallel some aspects of our life are. I started running in my 30’s eventually worked up to 1000 miles a year for the last 20 years including 15 marathons. I ran Marine Corp marathon in Washington DC a few years ago with a co-worker. We had shirts made that bore the names of every serving military relative of every employee in our company including two who gave all for their country. It was an emotional experience I treasure to this day. I saw things I still have trouble sharing like the four fully battle dressed and equipped marines running with their comrade who had lost his legs in Iraq and was entered in the wheel chair division of the marathon. Two of them had his prosthetic legs strapped to their heavy packs. Those were men! I was not ashamed to cry while I ran the next few miles.

    1. Steve, thanks for your service! I can’t imagine all that you’ve experienced, and appreciate the similar paths our running journeys have taken. I’m honored to have you as a reader!

  8. This is incredibly powerful. Some people inspire with a limited time on earth and some people inspire for decades beyond what others consider a “fun” life. I’m so glad you’ve been impacted by these incredible people.

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