With my old man running buddies at Gifford Illinois, summer, 2014.

Not sure how this got started.

There was growing up in Kansas with all those runners and loving to run.

There was that day I ran home in the rain in my penny loafers trying to beat a depressed funk.

There were those seemingly effortless jogs with the Raramuri in Porochi, Copper Canyon.

Then my wife proclaimed me retired on Memorial Day weekend a few weeks ago.

We had taken the Raramuri runners to Run Rabbit Run twice–they never finished the 100–too rugged.

So I decided to give the 50 miler a try.