CHASING SECRETARIAT: Going after A Triple Crown of Ultra-Running
It was January 1st of 2015. I had planned a Resolution Run of 45 miles to celebrate the start of the year I would turn 45 years old. It was a great adventure that started very chilly (below freezing), then turned into a snowy blizzard (white out conditions), then turned a little dangerous (I got lost and had to run against traffic in poor visibility conditions). The run was temporarily interrupted when a police officer made me get into his car to stop me from running against traffic in the road. I told him I was running 45 miles that day, and had 15 more to go. I asked him if he could drop me off on a mainstreet that had a sidewalk, and was at least 15 miles long. He looked at me like I was crazy. He asked me why I was wearing a "BLIND" sign. I explained that I was legally blind, and that I am a runner and speaker. He shared that his Father had lost his eyesight, and the struggles he had with the process of going blind. Ultimately, the officer dropped me off at a bike...