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.
Week in Review – May 27th, 2018 - The Week in Review is a collection of both all the goodness I’ve written during the past week around the internet, as well as a small pile of links I found...
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