Last Sunday, I attended the 37th annual Bolder Boulder 10k race for the fourth consecutive year. Beginning around 7 am, the race had around 30 different waves because of all of the thousands of people running it.
My high school track career came to an end on the second day of practice, with a well-timed but poorly acted sprawl across the roots of a tree. I didn’t have to fake the hobbling because both of my knees…