With a dearth in racing today I spin in the way back machine to the 1983 Pasadena Rodeo Run 10K. With just a tuft of hair, that’s me on the far left of the photo with 4th place. My debut between the start and finish lines yielding surprising result. Pre-race assessments of those gathered up front didn’t instill a lot of confidence about my chances. These fellas all looked like serious runners. I was sheepish about sticking around for the awards ceremony, still not sure I belonged to this cadre of sinewed souls. I did hang and the rest, as has been said, is history.