Take that DC Comics.
Mild mannered desk type, unassuming and quiet, with something to hide. Not a cape, but a pair of Hokas. That’s today’s Superman, Pete Kostelnick. Covered a little over 80 miles yesterday and was in fine spirits heading out the door this morning. Day two of 46.
I like to think I’ve seen it all in my 40 years running, but not quite yet as it turns out. And whatever fates cast me in the far periphery be thanked. It is with awe and something deeper that I’m watching and pulling for our mate.
Because of what it takes to dream. To challenge one’s limits. On one’s own terms. To explore and learn and grow. Thumbing nose to convention. I like his cut. Underneath the calm bean counting façade.
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