My running started with a dare. When I was thirty years old a friend of mine organized a 10k and asked if I was going to run it, my response was no.
He told me I was to fat and old to run anyway, that changed my response to yes. That 10k was thirty six years ago and thousands of miles later.
My first pair of shoes, cotton gym shorts, and cotton sleeveless shirt was purchased at Meijer, well before a Gazelle store was opened.
I have averaged about two thousand miles a year with hundreds of races under my feet. I’m slowing down, but am thankful for every run. The past three years I’ve been working with a group of Special Needs runners, completing a 5k with them is just as rewarding as my first Boston Marathon finish. Run on friends!
