Ah yes, the ol’ missing first paragraph is back:
My Olympic dream died sometime around 1978. The reality was that I could barely crack the top 10 of an average high school cross country race, so there was little hope of me ever mounting the winner’s platform and hearing “The Star-Spangled Banner” in my lifetime.
And here’s the rest.
Here’s some footage of me running the last lap in that charity fundraiser at Harding University in 1983.
And here I am today with my Sunday morning running buddies, “Team Wannabe” (that’s actual speed, not slow-mo).
Old Olympic dreams never die–they just go slower.