Where better to recharge my batteries than the birthplace of Steve Prefontaine. Spending the next few days on hallowed ground looking to recapture or even redefine what my running means on the deepest personal level. Visited Pre’s gravesite today, my token joining the other mementos left in honor and memory. Pre was a front runner, a leader, a fighter. Something in his character forged from this hard scrabble, blue collar town that I can identify with to be sure.
High temps in the low to mid 60s today, sorely tempted to go for a run, but will listen to Killer Coach and stick with the prescribed days off. In the meantime I’ll make a daily trek to Sunset Cemetery and pay homage to and meditate with the most iconic distance runner in American history.
Hear we had a great turnout for our Wednesday night track work, thanks to Coach John, Coach Linda, and Coach Kelly for filling in.
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