Loneliness of the Wrong Distance Runner

Getting together with old high school friends tonight and we’ll try to not talk about old track & field “injuries.” :-/ All-new post next Friday.

Completely in the Dark

Dad was that rarest of men: He didn’t watch ballgames or follow sports teams. He just wasn’t into it.WrongDistanceRunner

In fact I was always somewhat amused to be around when he was asked what, for example, he thought of the “Vikes’ chances for the Super Bowl.”

Dad didn’t have a prediction, but did his best to politely respond. The only competitive bone in his body was against himself and what he could achieve.

Likely taking a lead from Pop, I decided it was past due that I competed with myself—which in high school meant joining track.

Not entirely sure how that began, given my normally bookish habits. I’ve always been somewhat kinetically challenged, a tendency toward clumsiness.

So, sprinting didn’t feel right and long-distance running was too rigorous. Middle distance had the Goldilocks factor—just right.

The above photo, from the ’78 yearbook, shows junior Pat McGinnis running in a…

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~ by completelyinthedark on September 23, 2016.

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