Making Running a Family Affair

Yesterday was Father's Day, and I hope the gift I gave has a lasting impact.

No, not the gift I gave my father, although I have no doubt he will put it to good use and enjoy it. But the 'gift' I gave my son.

I know, I know. It's not typical for dads to give gifts to their children on Father's Day, but this is not the typical gift.

See, I'm giving the gift of running to my son.

Now, my prayer is that he takes to it much better than I did at his age.

If I Could Walk 500 Miles ...

What wait? I not only can walk 500 miles, I just ran 500 miles.

Well, not all at once, but this morning, I hit the 500-mile mark for the year.

And when I set out on the journey that is 2011, I only had a goal of trying to run 750 miles during this stretch of 365 days. But as I got in the rhythm of training for a half marathon, I saw my mileage racking up and I thought, "You know, I wonder how far I can go?"

It's amazing the places you'll go when you simply put one foot in front of the other.

Nothing Like the Running Family

Some of my SID Running Family

When I picked up running and eventually the 'bug,' I didn't have an inkling of what I was in store for.

I thought I knew what it was all about. After all, I've been involved in sports my entire life. Heck, my entire 17-year professional career has revolved around athletics either as a member of the sports media or as a sports information director.

I was even on the track team in high school, although I competed in field events only tossing the discus and shot put.

Sports is my life. So, one would think I knew what to expect when I became a 'runner.'