A fateful January 2012 evening in Kearney Nebraska
By February 2012, I had moved to Kearney, NE. On a particularly cold evening in February – we’re talking single digits – I thought: “Man, its crazy cold outside. I should totally go out and run. That would be nuts.” So, out I went. I strapped on some old trail running shoes I had around for hiking and general outdoor use – some old Nike Alvords. I put on a beanie, cotton long-johns, sweat-shirt, gloves, and hit the road. It…