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