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My journey as a relatively untalented, midpack distance runner started on June 17, 2000 in Two Harbors, MN, at the start of Grandma’s Marathon. A few hours later, I crossed the finish line in Duluth. I may have been a bit misty. Informed that three 70-year olds had crossed before me, I cried again.
Running Epiphany #1: This is something you and I can do for a long, long time.
Over 50,000 miles and 80+ marathons/ultras later, including 11 Boston finishes and 8 Leadville 100 Trail Run Hello Kitty buckles, what started as a bucket-list promise has turned into a realization that I was made to do this.
Now, just because I was born to run doesn’t mean I am all that good at it. My ancestors do not hail from the Rift Valley of Kenya. No, they were a seafaring people . . . Vikings exploring the dangerous, exotic fringes of the Old World.
I like to think they were just looking for a decent trail.
And aren’t we all, my friends, aren’t we all.