To Antarctica And Beyond…
Seven years ago, while relaxing at my cousin’s home after one more of those “gut-busting” lovingly prepared dinners…her husband casually mentioned to me that he was going to run in the morning to subsidize what seemed like a million calories that we had consumed that night. He said he was preparing for the Oakland Half Marathon with a local community of runners called OmRun. I didn’t know it then, but this conversation was going to be a pivotal point in many years of adventures running around the globe to come. The next morning, a cold one in January as I …
