It's All I Can Do

Sunday, October 26, 2014

John drove me to the Metra train. When we got to the platform, he met someone he knew and had not seen in quite some time.

I took one train in from Kenosha to the Ogilvie station in Chicago. From there, I caught the train to Elburn, where Chris was waiting. Seemed like those two trains took forever to get to their destinations.

There must have been something going on in the Geneva/Saint Charles area for children, because there were a lot of them on the train with their parents, and they all got off at that stop.

Funny thing. For whatever reason, as I sat on the train from Chicago to Elburn, I wondered how anyone in a wheelchair would be able to ride the train. There are three or four steps onto and off each car.

Then, at one of the stops, I heard beeping and the doors stayed open. A passenger in a wheel chair got on. Because of my eyesight, I was not aware that he sat next to me.

When all of the children and their parents got off the train in Geneva, he said, “Now I can use the bathroom without being mauled.”

That didn’t really mean anything to me until he began rolling his wheelchair in the direction of the restroom. Why? Because my right foot was in the path of his left wheel. That wheel caught the tip of my right big toe, and shocked me right out of my thoughts about getting home and seeing my wife, Chris.

“Ouch!,” I exclaimed loudly.

“Sorry,” he said as he rolled by and patted me on my right knee.

What are the odds that the very first time I wonder how people in wheelchairs would use the train, that one would, and then, what are the odds that that person would roll over one of my toes, letting me know with 100 percent certainty that someone in a wheelchair was on the train?

Yep, the gods do have a sense of humor. Now, what can I wonder about next? I better think this one through.

Saturday, October 25, 2014

The Redmen would be playing today at home, Carthage College, so today John drove me to the University of Wisconsin, Park Side, running track. What a difference. The track was void of benches or other obstacles on it.
John walked with me around the track to inspect it for me, and it was nice and clear. A peculiarity about my very poor and fading remaining eyesight is that, what I can “see” one minute, I may not be able to the next. The direction of the sun, cloud cover, and fatigue all affect my “sight.”

As John and I walked around the track it was obvious to him that I was searching for something on the surface of the track. If I cannot find anything along the side of the track that is easily distinguishable to put my book bag (filled with water bottles, a jar of peanut butter, Nutella, and some medical supplies.) on, then I find markings on the track that will lead me to it.

John realized that what he clearly saw, I may not. Finally, I located a line and the large lane numbers on the surface and placed my bag next to it on the grass just off the edge of the track.

Away John went, and away I went, around the track.

Shortly after John left and I was cruising around the outer lane, number 9 on this track, I stepped on to a small plastic upside down bowl-like object. I was sure it wasn’t there the first few laps around the track. As I progressed along the lane I encountered another one. They were placed on the line between lanes eight and nine. Turns out they were “cones” used by another runner who was setting them out to do sprints. So I moved over a couple of lanes.

After a few miles I was in need of water, so I began looking for that line with the large numbers that go straight across the track. Somehow I missed it the first lap around. When I found it, it was not easy for me to see. With that, I decided to move to the inside lane and see if there was a better marker/indicator for me to set my book bag near, one that I could easily find.

Once again, Buddha provided. Someone had left or discarded a long sleeved white pullover shirt next to the track on the grass. That was easy for me to find. I placed my book bag next to it, and it was a good thin,g too. Within a few laps, one of the seams on the inside of one of the toes of my Vibrams had worn a nice blister on that toe. Time to use the medical stuff, a piece of “Mole Skin”, some Neosporin, and I was good as new.

Near the end of my run, a group of older folks, (Ha-ha, probably my age) were clustered on the track, getting ready for a group walk. A couple of them stated that they saw an article on me in the paper. (Mental note: Must get a copy of the paper and make sure the reporter discussed cystic fibrosis).

For me, that is the important part of any article or news piece done on the run. I want to keep the name “cystic fibrosis” out there as often as I can. That’s the awareness part of the run.

When I was done running John picked me up and, first stop? Nope, to get a paper. Then, yes,McDonalds.

The article was done in two parts, one part done in the paper and the other a video online. Very interesting combination. It seems as though the TV news people are adding journalism to their news media, and the newspapers are adding video. They seem to be encroaching on each others territory.

Total miles run today, 20.63.

But this day was far from over.

The New Warriors were having a training weekend in Kenosha. Around 9:00 p.m., John and I headed off to participate in one of the celebrations for the men coming through. I have not participated in the program for quite some time and was sure no one there would be anyone I would know. WRONG.

There were at least eight members of the staff that I knew. How cool was that? It was really good to touch that energy again.

John and I did not get back to his pad until around 1:30 a.m., and I had a 8:30 train to catch for home the next morning.

Although long, what a great day.

Friday, October 24, 2014

GO REDMEN!

It was a much earlier start today than yesterday. We began the day with a trip through a McDonald’s drive through for my breakfast burrito meal and egg and bacon biscuit. As John and I drove up to the Carthage College track, I received a phone call. It was a reporter from the Kenosha News – Kevin.

To get a feel for what I was doing, he asked a few questions over the phone. One of my answers, which many who have run with me have heard was, “There are perks to losing my eyesight.” I had to list a few of them before he realized I wasn’t on drugs, alcohol, or simply off my rocker. I also told him, “I wouldn’t mind having my sight back.” Losing my sight is far from a death sentence. There are, no doubt, those whose struggles are much more difficult than mine.

I told him about a few of my accomplishments since losing my sight, including rebuilding our front porch and two car detached garage. That’s right, little ol’ me did that by myself. I cannot take credit for the original thought that I could do this. I get a lot of ideas and motivation from reading books about other people who have accomplished some amazing things despite the odds.

One book I read featured several people with disabilities who have accomplished the impossible, or so I thought, before reading the book and their stories. One man in the state of Michigan, who is blind, also remodels commercial bars. How does he do this? One of the tools that he uses is called a “click rule” to measure with. Brailled tape measures are useless for most measuring tasks, as they only have brailled numbers on each foot and half foot, but a click rule can measure within 1/16 of an inch.

I am simply going to have to bring one of my click rules with me to show people along the way (on the rest of this run) how easily and precisely this tool works.

The other unique tool that I used was a beeping level. It beeps when level and when plumb. I am going to have to have some pictures taken of the porch, garage, click rule, level and how I measure and cut lumber. It’s pretty cool stuff, and I owe it mostly to the blind man in Michigan and to my wife, who tolerated my frustrations, as I had to so often “re-invent” the wheel, that is, get creative in my own adaptations in using standard tools.

Kevin came out to the Carthage track within maybe fifteen minutes. I was hoping he would include John in the interview, but he didn’t. I feel the articles are much more interesting if someone else is included in them, especially people with cystic fibrosis connections, but even those without that connection add value to an article.

John and Kevin left, and there was nothing to do but whip around the track. Today there were people in the center of the track, on the football field, working. At one point as I cruised around the track, I collided with a cart that had large containers for water or other such liquids (Gator-aide or the like) on it. On the next lap I continually swung my white cane, searching for anything in my path on lane one, but the cart was gone.

Then, on the next lap, I noticed that several metal benches had been moved onto lane two, which was a little too close for my liking, so I moved them on to lane three. That’s when someone walked past me and I asked what was going on. “We’re setting up for football practice”, they said. These two young men were equipment managers for the Carthage College ‘Redmen’ football team. They sure had a lot of energy around their team. It was fun to connect with that energy.

The field then came alive with coaches, players, and managers. Coaches were barking out orders, young men in their deep voices were yelling out in unison, whistles were blowing, and people along the side lines near lane one talking intensely.

At one point I noticed someone walking next to me, and I asked what was going on, as if I didn’t already know. She told me it was football practice. I asked her if she could get some pictures and send them to our email address and I handed her a card. At first she said she didn’t have a cell phone with her to take pictures with, then rethought it and realized that she did. She said she would take some pictures and send them, no problem.

Later, as I walked around the track (there was too much activity for me to feel safe running) I heard an adult male voice. I had a better idea. After explaining what I was doing and handing him a card, I asked him if I could get some pictures of me with some of the football players. He said it would be okay, and suggested that I talk to a couple of players sitting on one of the benches in lane three. He said they were kickers and had nothing else to do but sit anyway.

“Great,” I said, “Do you have a cell phone and can you take the pictures?”

“No,” he said, “No one has a cell phone out here, at least, they shouldn’t,” he said.

Mine has accessibility features on it, which makes it difficult for others to use it. I’m not too swift in using it either. There goes that idea, and I sure didn’t say anything about the young lady saying she had one.

I got so caught up with all the young, fun, and intense energy that I didn’t call John to pick me up until my Garmin buzzed to indicate that I had done 22 miles.

Total for the day, 22.05 in Kenosha, WI

Thursday, October 23, 2014

It was a slow moving morning. John made breakfast, but, as always, I need a lot of fuel to get through a day, so, guess what? Yep, a trip through a McDonald’s drive through. Then off to check out the Carthage College track.

While I was in Milwaukee, Officer Kelly DeJonge contacted the Indian Trail High School on my behalf to inquire about my use of their track. It is a brand new school and stadium and is completely fenced in and locked. It’s only use is for its students, so, no dice.

The Carthage College track was wide open for use by the public, so on to it we went, however, it was an obstacle course. There were benches on the track, plus those heavy duty carpets used to protect the surface of a track by people with cleated shoes (like football players) were across the track in two locations.

John is somewhat of a nervous type, which is good for me. He went about making sure the inside lanes were free of obstacles, except the protective carpets. Once he did his lap around the track, he was off to parts unknown, and I was off to parts known over and over again and again.

I wrapped up my 20.16 miles about 5:00 in the evening. Like I said, slow starting day which meant a late start, and a late finish. It was worth it though, to get caught up with John last night. That man has been through a lot since the “Great Recession” began.

Total miles today: 20.16 Kenosha, WI

Wednesday October 22, 2014

This was move day, from Milwaukee, Wisconsin to Kenosha, Wisconsin.

The morning was routine. Lily caught her school bus, Dan drove me to Mickey Dees, and then, the Nicolet high school running track.

I began as I do, walking to get the food/fuel down, then hammer down, well, my slow pitty patter 12 minute mile speed, hammer down.

One of the Interstate highways runs within a stone’s throw of the running track. At some point I heard a loud and prolonged horn blowing from a semi, I mean, long. Because of its duration, I found myself bracing for something awful happening, like a vehicle tumbling down the side of the highway. Fortunately, I guess it was just a truck driver trying to get his/her point across to another driver.

That brought back memories for me, that is, being a bit tense around other vehicles while hauling certain materials like greased bars or liquid, hot white, metal. Yes, liquid. It was hauled in huge vats and covered with a gigantic lid that had probably a dozen locking mechanisms holding it down. Still, I grew gray hairs hauling this stuff, wondering what would happen if someone pulled out in front of me and I flipped the trailer over trying to avoid them. Would that container break open? If so, would anyone be burned to death as it splashed everywhere?

Fortunately that never happened and no vehicles tumbled down the sides of the interstate next to the track, and, no sounds of vehicles colliding.

In the early afternoon, the cross country team came out again. There are a lot of them. It is good to see so many young people so physically active. They covered an area about eight lanes in circumference, which means a few of them were blocking the inside lane that I was on as I came through, but a few of them saw me approaching and warned their peers to get out of my way. As I went by, two of them apologized and said they would watch for me on the next lap. Like I keep telling people, I get to see a lot of this side of society, the nice, thoughtful, and caring side.

I asked them if they were going to be running soon. They told me they were going on a road run. One of them then said that I need not move to the outside lane like I did yesterday. How about that for some nice young people?

Most move days I am not able to get my twenty miles in, sometimes I am lucky to get even a few done. but today I got them all.

Dan then drove me down to Kenosha, Wisconsin to another New Warrior’s home.

Dan is one busy man. He is an ideas man, a man who sees opportunities and possibilities, and a man who develops them. I was lucky to have him host me and then drive me to Kenosha. After the “hand off” to John, Dan was on his way.

I’ve known John for some time now, and have staffed with him on various training weekends. We spent several hours getting caught up, and no doubt stayed up far too late for this early riser.

Todays miles 21.15 in Milwaukee, Wisconsin

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

After the school bus scooped Lily up, it was off to the track for Dan And I. But first? You guessed it, McDonald’s for a breakfast burrito meal and a bacon, egg biscuit. I scarfed my breakfast down as I walked the first lap or two. Food down, hammer down, ali-oop, and I began running.

Shortly after my Garmin buzzed to indicate that I had completed four miles, a voice appeared. Since I can’t see faces, and if I see bodies they look like ghostly images, I gotta go with voices appearing. : ) it was a reporter from Fox 6.

I mentioned to him that I had been interviewed live at the Fox studios in Minneapolis, but he informed me that his “Fox” is not the same as that “Fox.” His “Fox” is owned by the Tribune Corporation, as in Chicago Tribune. It is a “feel good” station. He also told me that when he saw “this story” he had to jump on it because when he was in college, he and his roommate produced a documentary on a friend of his roommate who attended the same school and who lost his eyesight within one year (that being from his freshman to his sophomore year).

The reporter is also a runner, so a great deal of the interview was done while he was running alongside of me. When he completed the interview, I had completed ten miles on my Garmin. I run about a twelve minute mile on a track, so that will give you some kind of indication how long he was out there interviewing me, but most of it was videoing me running. I sometimes wonder if when reporters do that, that they are testing to see if I can run longer distances, instead of just one or two laps. I mean, it just seems kind of funny they shoot so much of me running around and around on a running track. He’s not the only one to do this.

Later in the afternoon, the high school cross country team came out to run. I stopped and asked one of them if it was alright for me to be out there. It was, and I took the outside lanes while they ran. They told me it was alright for me to continue on the inside lane, they could move over, but I thought it best for them to be able to run all out, and did they ever, at least a few of them. Wow, were they cruising.

Some of them wrapped up their run early, which seemed to be a surprise to one of them, as he asked, “Are you done already?” to one of his CC teammates.

Got my twenty in, and Dan picked me up from the track. End of another great day of running on the track.

Officer Kelly DeJonge told me that her Sergeant, Sergeant Kip Butler, had a thirteen or fourteen year old daughter who has cystic fibrosis. She sent him my phone number.

After eating dinner, I was in need of a nap. No sooner did I lay down then the Sergeant called me.
Wow, this man impressed me with what he knows about cystic fibrosis. If that wasn’t enough, he and his wife have one other child, a son who has autism. They have two children, a daughter with cystic fibrosis and a son with autism. Think they have their hands full? I never asked to what degree their son’s autism is.

He told me that he was surprised to know how much his daughter knew about her disease in her young years. She wrote a letter discussing how hopeful she was, as one drug, Kalideco, actually helps roughly 1,500 of the 30,000 to 35,000 affected with cf. The future for those with cf, like herself, is looking brighter.

She is not helped by the drug, but there is another drug awaiting approval from the FDA. It will help approximately 40 to 50 percent of those with the disease.

Kip read the letter and sent it to the Vertex Pharmaceutical Company, the manufacturer of Kalydeco. They, in turn, gave Kip and his daughter an all-expenses paid tour of their laboratories.

His daughter also put together a video about what it is like to live with cystic fibrosis. Please check it out here or on our Face Book page. It is well done. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0drB-8AFltM&sns=em

Kip educated me on aspects of the whole Cystic Fibrosis Foundation/pharmaceutical industry relationship that I had not known. It is quite a story in itself on how much the CFF met with resistance from so many pharmaceutical companies until they met with the people from Vertex.

This story is just another of what can happen when failures become valuable lessons and opposition is pushed through. It is the story of human perseverance.

It reminds me of the quote my brother-in-law Steve quotes often. “There are those who make things happen. There are those who watch things happen.

And there are those who wonder, what happened?” The Cystic Fibrosis Foundation and its president are definitely making things happen. Watch it happen! Or, … .

Total miles today, 21.15
Milwaukee, Wisconsin.

Monday, October 20, 2014

This morning, Dan drove me to the Nicolet High School track, but first? Nope. First we waited for the school bus to pick up his daughter Lily, but then, yes, first stop, McDonald’s.

When we got to the school I thought it best to talk to someone about me running on their track. Even though it is an open track, I thought it best to do this as a courtesy, not to mention, it might be that the track would be heavily used by the students, and I sure didn’t want to interfere in anyway.

The Principal was in a meeting, so we were sent to the activities director office. The first person we met was Nathan Brooks, the assistant recreation director. He was excited about me using the track, and introduced Dan and I to J. D. I’m not sure what J. D. does, but he was all over the idea also.

With their blessings, away Dan and I went to the track, he dropped me off, and then went about his day.

At some point a female voice introduced herself as, “Officer Kelly DeJonge.” Oh, oh.

J. D. was with her. She was just there to introduce herself. We had a pleasant conversation and she offered to bring some fruit (apples and bananas) out to me later. Fruit goes down nice and easy when running. It’s great energy food and good for hydration, also.

Sure enough, Kelly came out later with a couple of apples and a protein bar. She also told me that the media had been called and she was hopeful they would come out today to interview me. However, ‘tis the season- election season. Most reporters are busy running around following the various candidates.

Later, Kelly and the Principal came out so he and I could meet. He is quite the runner and has qualified for, and is registered to run, the Boston Marathon in 2015. Very cool for a high school principal, huh?

I was told the cross country track team would be out on the track later, but, since they just had a competition this past weekend, it was doubtful they would be running. They would be just holding a meeting. Sure enough, at the end of the school day, that was exactly what happened.

So I just cruised around the track until I got my twenty in and called Dan to pick me up.

Total miles today 23.06

Sunday, October 19, 2014

Nice easy day today.

The weather was perfect for a 20 mile run on a running track. After making breakfast for us,Dan drove me to the Nicolet High School track, but knowing how much “fuel” I burn, we first made a stop at? Yeppers, Mickey Dees.

There were two sets of metal benches on lane one on either side of the straightaways, so Dan moved them off the lane and onto the grassy area in the center of the field. Boy, that would have hurt if my knees or lower legs collided with them. Thanks, Dan!

Away Dan went, and away I went, running around the track. There was one man out there walking and talking on his cell phone for about the first hour, other than that, I had the track to myself all day.

If the name Nicolet High School seems familiar, and you are a fan of Oprah – there’s your connection. Oprah Winfrey attended this school.

To help me find my book bag filled with my water bottles, large jar of peanut butter, and Nutella, I turned one of the metal benches at a slight angle to the inside lane, otherwise, I really cannot see even my black book bag lying on a white metal bench – unless the lighting conditions are perfect for me. This rarely happens, and when it does, not for long.

After I got my twenty in, Dan hauled me off the track and back to their home.

Total miles today: 22.15. Total miles for the run: 1770.63

Saturday, October 18, 2014

This was move day. I was moving from Madison, Wisconsin, to Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Nicole offered to pick me up from Kelly’s home and take me to the greyhound bus station today. The bus was scheduled to arrive in Madison at 11:20 a.m. I asked Nicole to call me five minutes before she headed over to pick me up so I could be ready when she got there.

I awoke nice and early and felt relaxed about packing and preparing for the day. I packed a little, then showered. When I came back down stairs, there was a knock at the door. I quickly grabbed my phone. Hmm, a call from Nicole. It was 9:15, one hour before I thought she was coming to pick me up, but, it was her knocking.

Apparently, yesterday when she picked me up, and me in my tired and extremely hungry state after my 20 miles, she said she would pick me up around now. I was thinking around 10:00 or a little after. Mental note to self: When tired and hungry pay more attention to what is being said by others.

She and her sons took off for an hour, then came back to pick me up (part II). This time her husband, Cory, was with them and driving.

Everything I have heard about Cory is that he is not just a handyman, but a skilled craftsman with an artistic flare. He is so good at what he does that even though he doesn’t advertise, he is never without work.
One of the coolest things he builds that caught my attention are personalized home bars. He takes the time to learn what his client’s hobbies or interests are, then suggests and builds a bar that reflects that. If you are a Bear’s, Packer’s, or any other team’s fan, there will be no doubt if you sit at your bar built by Cory, and, it will be built by an artist, with some very interesting and unique features.

Cory is Kelly’s brother. These are two very good young men for sure.

Amazingly, the bus was on time, and arrived in Milwaukee on time also.

In Milwaukee, I was met by one of my “New Warrior” brothers, Dan Baldwin. He and I waited for a WTMJ photographer. He would be interviewing me there at the Milwaukee Greyhound bus station. Two things were obvious as the interview began. One, he was a photographer and not a reporter with a list of questions to ask. Two, I was fully prepared for this type of interview. Without exception, to date, I have had at least one interview in each city I run in. The photographer was “fishing” for questions. When I realized his struggle, I ‘took over” and said everything I felt to be important about cystic fibrosis and the run.

After the interview, we headed off to Dan’s home where I met his wife, Dawn, daughter, Lilly and son, Sean. They were preparing for a party they were hosting this evening.

I walked up and down their street, which was in a wooded area Several home owners had dogs that were outside. I know this about the dogs, as they announced, with enthusiasm, my arrival and departure from the front yards they guarded.

I’m not sure how many people there were in attendance at the party, somewhere around thirty or forty. They were mostly men and women with ties to the “New Warrior” community. There was plenty to eat and drink. I sat with several people outside by a roaring fire, where we then got quite a show.

Dawn teaches something called “fire swinging. It is where any number of objects, made mostly of metal or slowly burning materials, are soaked in any number of flammable fuels, set on fire, and swung through the air in several varieties of motions. The objects are held firmly in the hands of the person doing the fire swinging.

I am sure to fully sighted people watching the fire lit objects swing through the air is very fascinating to watch. With me, all I could see where blurry “flames” (lights) swinging and twirling. I am guessing that a fully sighted person would be able to see the faces and bodies of those doing the fire swinging, but, all I could see was the blurry fires moving at varying speeds and
roaring.

I suggest checking out a “You Tube” video or two to see what I am writing about. I promise, you will not be disappointed.

For information about the “New Warriors”, go to mkp.org. Had I not gone through the various trainings and staffings in this organization, I guarantee I would not be doing this run, not be married to Chris, nor would I have done the many productive things that I have done – even without the benefit of eyesight.

Miles for the day – 4.06

Friday, October 17, 2014

Friday, October 17, 2014

Nicole was not available to take me to the high school running track in Verona, Wisconsin this morning, so Kelly took me, but first, breakfast with Kelly, his children, and Meghann. They are all so much fun and pleasant to be around. I am certainly going to miss them. This will be the last time I see them for quite a while.

After breakfast, Kelly took his children to school and then came back to get me. When we got to the Verona high school running track, Kelly informed me that he was well acquainted with this track, as he went to school there. Today it was another pleasant day with temperatures going up to the mid 60s with no rain, and today was another day that I would share the track with the middle and high school students.

Yesterday I had met the middle school gym teacher, Danielle, and the high school physical education teacher and football coach, Dave. They were out again today, and when Dave was out there with his high school students, he asked if I would talk to them a little bit about the run that I was doing. I, of course, send yes.

With the first group of students that I talked to I told them everything I was doing, and when I was finished, Coach Dave opened it up for questions. Some of the students had some great questions that made me really think. When it was all done one of the young girls asked if she could hug me. Again, of course, and then the students left and I went around and around the track again.

When the middle school children came out, many of them would walk with me and we would have some really interesting conversations. One of the girls told me that she was a big sister. I asked her if she liked being a big sister, and she said yes and told me why. The girl next to her then told me she was a little sister. I asked her if she liked being a little sister and she said yes and told me why. So I told them, it sounds like whether you are a big sister or a little sister, it is a good thing, a]nd they both agreed.

In another group of middle school hours, two boys walked with me, one on either side. The one boy on my left was originally from Georgia and asked me if I like football, to which I replied yes. He asked me what my favorite team is and I told him the Chicago Bears. He then talked about all the great players of that team, including Walter Payton, from many years ago. He then began talking about many of the great running backs of the Walter Payton era. I was very impressed with how much he knew about many players from quite a while ago. The boy on my right was into hockey. He also knew many players from any of the teams.

The day continued with that pattern. I spoke with the middle schoolers as we walked around the track and spoke to the high schoolers after they were finished with their runs. The last group of high school students that I spoke with was a double class. Dave told me there were about 40 students there. When I was done, he handed me a bag,a type of bag that I was familiar with. It was the same type of bag that is referred to as a goodie bag at many of the major events that I run in. They hold clothing and other materials. Inside the bag was a hooded sweatshirt, visor, baseball cap,towel, and a T-shirt, all with the Wild Cat logo on it. The Verona, Wisconsin football team is called the Wild Cats.

After I was given all these wonderful gifts, we took a picture with me, Coach Dave, & the other coach, in the middle of all these great students. Once again, shortly after I got my 20 miles in, Nicole show it up to take me to Kelly’s home. One of her sons, this time Westin, guided me back to their car. He did a great job. And, again, a trip through McDonald’s drive-through before they dropped me off at Kelly’s home. They left, I ate, I showered, and sacked out.

Total miles today 21.82. Total miles for the run so far, 1744.42

David with Coach Richardson and students

David with Coach Richardson and students

Dave Richardson & David

Dave Richardson & David

David and Kelly Griego

David and Kelly Griego


David wearing the Verona High School Wildcats attire, Oct. 15, 2014, Madison

David wearing the Verona High School Wildcats attire, Oct. 15, 2014, Madison

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