Confessions of a Slow Poke Runner

When people hear I'm a runner, they assume I book down neighborhood streets at super hero speed!   That I am nothing more than a blur as I sprint by!  That I could qualify for the Boston Marathon!  Because in order to be a runner, you have to be fast, right? Well, in my case, that couldn't be farther from the truth. One of the reasons I started running was because no other team sport wanted me.   You will hear no pity from me over this, because quite honestly, I can't blame them.  I sucked at team sports. I made enemies … Continue reading