Jan 10
Learning to Run
My beloved puppy, Goose, takes such pleasure in romping through the woods, he inspires the notion that I, too, would be happier if I hurled my body through space on a regular basis. I’m nearly 43 years old and running has previously held no appeal whatsoever. I figure this means there’s still plenty of cartilage left in my knees to pound. I’d like to participate in the More Magazine Half-Marathon — if not this year, next.
