As a kid in Jr. High (mid-70's), I loved sports. My problem was, I was too small for everything. Football, too small; baseball, never tried it; basketball, forget it...I was way too small. I tried out for the track team my 8th grade year - everybody was faster, and I ran sprints. I stuck it out and completed the season not sure if I'd ever run again.
During the summer before my 9th grade year something happened - I grew, not a lot, just enough to compete with the other folks. In the Spring, I returned to the track. This year, I ran in front of the pack and let others eat my dust. This was the beginning of my love for running. It was something I could do, and do well. A good friend of mine always tells me it was genetic (my dad was also a runner in high school). I had the muscular legs...I actually looked like a runner instead of these guys who look like they just walked out of a concentration camp - I actually had meat on my bones.
Running was my way to get away from troubles and allowed me to think...it still is! I hope to make this blog about my experiences as a runner, a christian, and all the things that are important to me and my family. My family includes my two beautiful grandaughters, my four wonderful kids (who I am very proud of), my brother's and sister who I am fortunate enough to see on most holidays, my mom who is always there and ties this family together, my family in California and New Mexico, my family around the Kansas City area, my mother-in-law who has made me feel a part of that family since I came into it four years ago, my brother's and sister's-in-law who make me a part of their lives every chance they get and my beautiful wife who reminds me each and every day just how much she loves me and can't wait to spend the rest of her life with me! I am truely blessed by God to have such an incredible family to anchor my every move in life.
Stick around, the fun is just starting!
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