Happy Father’s Day to all you daddy’s. I never tire of the Hoyt story. A true testament of a father’s love for his son. When you think you are facing challenges in life perhaps remember the Hoyts.
And to those missing their dads today, an extra hug from me. I know.
Live, love, run.
My Life on the Run.
I run. Then I get injured. Then I run again. I've signed up for Chicago Marathon twice, and DNS either. I wonder if three times is a charm. Sigh.
If it is, this time it won't be Chicago. Sadly. I'm doing my hometown's inaugural marathon. I figure I can literally crawl home if I need to. Or comfortably crawl to the finish, which is my plan.
I've started running again. Baby steps. So far, so good. Praying I don't break. Again. I've also gone back to my roots, swimming. I'm hoping to win the relay portion of my triathlon relay this June. I have a shot. I'm going to take it.
I'm always winging it. I don't know where I'm running from or running to. But, I run. I'll let you know when I get there. Maybe.
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Screw you, McDonalds. I’ll make my own breakfast wraps.
Happy Sunday everyone. This is the view from my room. Got a few hours before I have to work so...
Mile 2.5
Now relaxing in the playground, so the kids can lose some energy.
Long weekend off. Sunday,...
Out the door at 7:15 to do my last (and longest) run in preperation to the Marathon of Luxembourg.
