At some point during a conversation somebody will ask me how far I run. Maybe after I recount the distance of one of my long runs I get the ubiquitous “ what was chasing you” comment. Usually followed by them saying I would have to be chased by a bear, lion, mad man, etc.
Well there is someone chasing me and when I stop running he gains on me. It is me when I was in my late 30s. Staying ahead of him is what drives me to bike, swim, and run.
A picture is worth a 1000 words so here it is.
Ironman Sells FulGaz to Rouvy, and Plenty More
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In a move that will probably surprise nobody within the industry, Ironman
has decided that owning an indoor cycling platform wasn’t really their jam.
As a ...
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