Here’s a recent run that might really impress some of you dads and moms out there: It was 0.3 miles long. It lasted precisely four minutes. My top speed was a blazing 10:07 pace. I burned 57 calories. So what’s to brag about? Friends, I was just a few hours away …
To be honest, the fiery feeling that caused me to leap out of bed early this morning had less to do with my running resolution and more to do with some intense carbo-loading I had done the night before with a Stouffer’s family-size cheese manicotti casserole.
Four weeks ago, the unthinkable happened. Four weeks ago I voluntarily took a leave of absence from running. Well, voluntary and not. In a desperate last-ditch attempt to cure the nagging case of plantar fasciitis that has plagued me for a year and a half, two marathons, and countless hours …
