I love it and I hate it. I am thankful that I can run. I did a marathon once, but that was almost a decade ago. I think my last race was a 5k sponsored by a doughnut company.
One of my favorite running memories is from 2008:
In Argentina, I ran La Carrera de Miguel. After the race, I saw a kid that looked to be about 16 years old. His shoes had giant holes in them.
So I gave him my shoes. He needed them more than I did. I wouldn’t be running until I get to Boulder where I can buy another pair. Turns out this kid was pretty fast. He won his age group and gave me his medal. It was a great experience. Mothers of some of the people that were killed by the regime showed up to talk to the runners.
The new goal is to run at least one mile every day between Thanksgiving and Christmas.