I t’s odd to look at a magazine nearly as old as I am, especially when the person on the cover always looks so young. Then again, Runner’s World gets a new printing every month; I, on the other hand, am the original edition, somewhat faded and dog-eared, with much of my self out of date. ¶ This magazine was born in 1966, a year after I was, though I was reborn on the magazine’s 40th birthday. I had been, in the decades prior, a sometime jogger, an occasional racer, and a helpless dieter, but in 2006 I became a Serious Runner. So in the midst of RW’s 50th birthday celebration, I thought I’d take stock on the occasion of becoming 10 years old. ¶ The moment of my rebirth…
