Thinking about my running ribbons, made me think about everything that I got out of running. In no particular order: I met the nicest people. I met the fittest people. I met Olympians. I traveled to many places-- Paris, France, Atlanta , Georgia,
New York City,Grand Rapids, Michigan, Indianapolis, Indiana, New Orleans, Louisiana, Washington, DC. ,Champaign, Illinois, Springfield, Illinois, Milwaukee, Wisconsin, lake Tahoe,California, Grant, Michigan, Oxford, Maryland. I ran when we were on vacations.
I ran in California on hillsides. I ran in Estes Park, in Boulder Colorado.I got chased by a few dogs. I got run over by a two wheel bike on a running path. I had stress fractures. I broke a few bones in my feet. I had plantar fasciitis more than once,
twice, three times. I never had knee problems. I ran in snow, sun, heat and rain. I ran when my eye lashes froze together.I spent more money on my running shoes than anything else in my closet, with the exception of my GorTex running gear.As a Race Directer,
I helped handled police, sponsors,crowd control, goodie bags, race courses,numbers and a few carb loading dinners. Plus the all important Porta Jons. and bridges on the race course going up on the Chicago River when they were not supposed to. I miss those
days. I really do.