I feel the need to write a disclaimer here, at the beginning: What follows is not spectacularly daring or inspirational. There are no stories of great weight loss (only minimal weight loss). I am no particularly fast, nor do I go for long distances. Disclaimer aside, I still feel the need to write these memories.
Another warning: The following post involves stories and thoughts about running. Most likely, it will meander. If you are disinclined from reading about running, half marathons, disgusting feet, or learning about wool socks, you may want to skip. Also, the post will have pictures from several races, so prepare yourself for white legs.