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…
In 2004 I moved to Lincoln, NE. Not much mountain biking in Lincoln, if you can imagine. Not many mountains to hike either. This was problematic. In fact, this is precisely teh circumstances that may have compelled to take up running. But, they didn’t. I hate running. No, instead I took up lap-swimming. And occasional biking on pavement.
I grew up in NW Washington as an active kid. Lots of hiking, camping, rock climbing, swimming, snowboarding, etc… A possibly unhealthy amount of mountain biking. Lots of mountain biking. But no running. I hate running. I tried to stay active in college as an undergraduate in Utah. But still no running. Well – maybe once or twice over the course of 7 semesters, but they were disastrous attempts. Running is the worst.