It's been ten years last November since I trained or competed in any serious sort of way. Back then I was a scrub hurdler on BYU's track team sorely missing the successes that came with relative ease running high school track in Fremont, California. Through no conscious effort of my own I dropped the spikes, picked up a guitar and joined a band just after Thanksgiving break in 1996. I didn't know it then, but it wouldn't be until I was married with two children in Houston that I would finally start running again.
I'm not sure who will be reading this (other than Chrissy of course for reasons already stated), but my primary motive is to keep a record of our "comeback" that will hopefully be more palatable than the Excel spreadsheet I currently am saving on the H-drive of my computer at work.
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