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I thought I could do it. I really did. I thought that with just one small 5K under my belt I could place in my age group in Iowa’s largest race, the Bix 7. Oh man, I put so much thought and planning into doing this. But when my Garmin informed me of my time for that third mile - much of which was downhill - reality splattered into me like the onslaught from an angry starling above. I was not able to maintain the pace I’d wanted. Indeed, given how I was already starting to

Let’s make something clear. My January 3 post from earlier this year does not count. It’s been retro conned away. It was a bad dream. It’s been written out of the script of my life. Thanks to a successful surgery on my left knee, I’m back to running. Specifically, my Nike Pegasus’s are being put through their paces five times a week. That includes speedwork with Coach Ives again. My paces are approaching where I’d been before I tore my meniscus last July. That qualif

“There is absolutely no way in hell that I will ever run the Bix 7 again!” Those harsh words were boldly proclaimed after my first time...