THROWBACK

AS I EMBARK ON MY 30TH MARATHON, I CAN'T HELP BUT LOOK BACK AT HOW I GOT HERE. IF YOU DON'T ALREADY KNOW, I USED TO BE A FAT AND LAZY KID AND WOULD BE ONE OF THE LAST PEOPLE TO FINISH THE MILE IN GRADE SCHOOL. THEN CAME THE NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCE WITH MY APPENDIX AND I WAS SKINNY AND LAZY. I DIDN'T START RUNNING TILL BASICALLY MY FRESHMAN YEAR OF COLLEGE AND SOME CUTE GIRLS MAY HAVE LEAD TO THIS THING CALLED RUNNING. BELOW YOU WILL SEE A PICTURE OF ONE OF THE FIRST RACES. IT WAS A 10K RACE WITH MY COLLEGE BUDDY AND YOU GUESSED IT, SOME GIRLS. ALL I CAN REMEMBER IS US COMPLAINING ABOUT WHO WAS GOING TO DRIVE HOME BECAUSE OUR LEGS HURT SO BAD!

​THAT WOULD BE DREW-B-DOO AND T-BEX. OUR FACIAL EXPRESSIONS TELL YOU EVERYTHING YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT THE RACE. THE CRAZY THING IS T-BEX IS A MARATHONER, DREW-B-DOO FINISHED A 70.3 TRIATHLON AND FOR ME, I HAVE FINISHED A 140.6 TRIATHLON. I WOULD GIVE ANYTHING TO GO BACK TO THOSE SIMPLE COLLEGE DAYS. SCHOOL, LIBRARY, BEER PONG AND UMD BULLDOG HOCKEY!

IF YOUR GOALS DON'T SCARE YOU A LITTLE BIT, YOU ARE NOT AIMING HIGH ENOUGH.