It was a beautiful fall day in late summer. Running was almost effortless. A path made of asphalt felt smooth and cool under my feet. A covering of dust and leaves added to the feeling. After weeks of training for a chat trail by running on chip seal and gravel finding such a comfortable surface before me, the pure joy of running was all I looked forward to. The one hundred runners and walkers were all joined in the desire to help give the joy we know in running to the children and their families that only know the pain, suffering and frustration dished out by the ugly monster, cancer. By the way, I took second place in the 50-59 men with a time of 34:21.1. Cool?
