Back in the Game

As I laced up my racing shoes this past weekend for my first timed trial since the Marine Corps Marathon, all signs were pointing to a terrible performance: My much faster racing partner who was going to pace me to a new PR had to bow out Sunday morning because of a massive hangover to save someContinue reading “Back in the Game”

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Back on Track, Again

As I walked in on my brother’s dog polishing off an entire crockpot of gravy suspiciously left at mutt-level during post-Thanksgiving clean-up, it became immediately clear that she and I are related. Sure, I might not down a gallon of turkey grease in one fell swoop if left unsupervised in the garage,* but without constantContinue reading “Back on Track, Again”