40 Years of Blisters and Bliss
On the night of my 30th birthday, I set a world record: I ran 30 continuous miles. I knew a marathon was 26.2 miles, and it was common knowledge that the marathon was the outermost zenith of human endurance. I’d gone farther.
That was in 1992. I didn’t brag about my record (much). Hey, not everyone holds a world record. Then one day, a friend of my dad’s came by the house. He’d heard that I’d taken up running
