It was probably January of 1999, when a co-worker friend asked if I’d join the Hood-to-Coast team my employer was sponsoring. What Nicole was really asking me to do was begin my love-hate relationship with running, but at the time, all I heard was “196 miles.” Uh, no. No. Not even gonna consider it, because I CAN’T RUN. In middle school we had to run a mile every Wednesday. I hated Wednesday. It was a cross country mile, not on a track, and we had to run that sucker rain or shine. My lungs … [Read more...]