I’m very thankful for the faithful trotter in my home. Year in, year out for the 31+ years I have known him, no matter where he resides, he has run. He has run along the hills of the Hudson, in the mountains of Colorado, during the snowstorms of Wisconsin, along the river in Seoul, beneath the wide open sky of Canberra, behind the barbed wire in Iraq, and through the monuments of DC. Running slumps have been few and far between.
In the meantime, I will jump on the wagon, fall off the wagon, get run over by the wagon, or chase after the wagon halfheartedly. Faithfulness to fitness is not my strength – hence the admiration.
Dale ran the 5k turkey trot again this year, and as with all his races, had a goal. He wanted to finish in under 23 minutes. He achieved his goal with a time of 22:38. He was rewarded with a doughnut and cheers from his fans.
