There we were. Two middle-aged men in a Firebird on a summer night. The top was down, the V8 was rumbling. We were just driving around, minding our own business.And there he was. A 20-something young man in a four-cylinder sports saloon with loud
the privilege of age, took the final three miles.Aged 26, 48 and 69, we had a common goal. For a few hours on a cold morning in November, the generational roles were eliminated. We were not just a mother, a father and a son we were teammates. We were
age – solidly middle-aged – are always running in the past tense. The best days are behind them, as are their PBs. Every conversation is a trip down memory lane. They wax nostalgic about 10 or 20 years ago when times were faster, waists thinner
.He had found the path to himself. At just eight years of age, he found a way into himself that some of us search a lifetime to find. And in the process, he showed those around him that the joy of accomplishment really is as simple as childs play
.He had found the path to himself. At just eight years of age, he found a way into himself that some of us search a lifetime to find. And in the process, he showed those around him that the joy of accomplishment really is as simple as child’s play
.My running shoes are like soldiers in my war against the ravages of age and a less-than-healthy previous lifestyle. And I’m the general. I’m the commanding officer of the brigade of shoes at the bottom of my wardrobe. I can choose my weapon from my shoe
Each and every new runner is unique, as are their experiences.But while we cant tell you everything you need to know, we can at least give you a good start. Here, John Bingham and Julie Welch offer you an insight into the things they wished they
