Running is back on the menu. Let’s blame Mr. Macpherson for this suffer fest returning to my life. Well, thanks is probably in order, but deep down all runners know it’s a masochistic art. 17 miles I ran yesterday—for…fun?? Yes. Fun. And training.
Montreal marathon is Sept. 25 and a sub 4-hour job would tickle my cockles. Whatever that means.
That was the furthest I’d run in minimalist shoes. Yes, I’m a minimaler. Born to run in nothing but me body.
Hot Winds is the team name. Running the Maraton Des Sables in 2019 is our game. Big web presence in the pipeline. Wait for it…