My anniversary in Omaha is just a week or so away, 14 years now. From the balmy Gulf Coast straight into Winter. I tried running outside and busted my butt nearly every effort of the season. I finally resigned to the treadmill, for that winter. Cybex Trotter 900T, Old Cadillac, sits out in the barn even now.
Finally figured out the traction thing because after all you’re not going anywhere without it. Learned the proper mechanics of running on slick as snot surfaces. Learned to slow down. Learned to endure heretofore unexperienced discomforts in frigidness. But most importantly, for this cat anyway, I learned how to dress.
This marks my 11th year with Brooks Running. We’ve been through a lot together. And I’ve been fiercely loyal. That still counts for something. The first six or seven years included sponsorship for my old club. It was a sweet deal that allowed me to designate 12 athletes for full shoe (trainers, flats, spikes) and apparel sponsorship each year. Brooks was even incorporated into the name of the club as Title Sponsor. Being keen on history I just want to remind everyone what a key role Brooks Running played during those halcyon days. How integral they were in the development of Nebraska athletes and opportunities and ultimately the programs and success we enjoy today.
I’ve now collected enough appropriate gear to see me through the worst days. And I’ve learned to take a certain delight in the neighbor’s peering out as I pass, them wondering tough guy or madman.
And I’m very happy that the Launch and Ghost are both back. Those along with the Ravenna 5 are my current rotation. Slowly but surely getting me back into shape. Last week the best week for Linda and I since her horrific broken foot almost two years ago. Our committment and strength growing with each day, still tempered by patience and sagaciousness. Yon horizon still a fer piece and no easy climb.
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