It’s 75 and sunny on a gorgeous day in Florida and the only thoughts in my head as I approach the line are “wow –its go time– holy shit, my mouth is so dry,” and then the gun goes and two Missouri freshman bolt from the outside and the race swallows me and I’m buffeted by elbows and […]
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Some Running Poems
One of the things I think I get asked most when random people find out I’m a runner is “WHY????”. I think that this question deserves more weight than I usually give it. Sometimes I respond with something like “I’m crazy” (true), “I might be addicted” (also true), but usually I just say something like “well I guess […]