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406 days. Approximately 9757 hours. That’s how long it had been since my last race. As those who follow this post know, the time since that race has seen far too much drama. Knee injury. Platelet-Rich Plasma injection. MRI. Meniscus surgery. Blah. Blah. Blah. What mattered most to me was the walk up to that starting line in downtown Ames, Iowa. Me and just over four hundred other participants clustering closer and closer together. What was going through my head? Prett

I know. I know. I can’t run the Eugene Half Marathon this year. But who’s to say I can't imagine what it would be like to be a part of that amazing race! To feel those butterflies as I take off with thousands of other runners. To wonder how I’ll feel when I hit that midpoint in the race. To again face that challenging hill at Mile 10. And to savor those final strides down that incredible track at Hayward Field. Hey, I’ve got an even better idea! Why don’t all of you join me a

My left hamstring was fried for several months after this 2018 race. But considering that exquisite Pinot I'm savoring, it's almost...