Rich
My blogs
| Location | Austin, TX |
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| Introduction | “I don’t see how anyone related to me can run a marathon”, my Dad had told me. I couldn’t argue. I had inherited his short legs and flat feet, yet I was thinking about training for a marathon. My wife was pregnant, due in six months. And I was up to my eyeballs in pre-baby anxiety. So running a marathon didn’t sound all that crazy-- a healthy way to channel my nervous energy. I never intended to run much more than my first marathon, but thousands of miles later, and much to my surprise, running has become an obsession of mine.
I hope that my lame-ass hip is only a bump in the road on my running journey-- a fairly big bump, mind you, with evil-looking spikes-- but a bump nonetheless... |
