11/5/11
Franklin Park is less then ten miles from where Jen and I live. It is the stage for a zoo, scenic trails that are often dotted with a walker toting alongside man’s best-friend and is also notorious in our community of runners as the backdrop to immortalized cross-country battles. It is funny, running around the park in the late fall evening, how we take for granted that the greatest runners out there share courses and tracks with amateurs and beginners. In football no middle school child will every play a football game with his peers on a NFL field. However, in running, we sometimes forgot that at any time we so well please (barring travel complications) we can step onto any of the historic marathon courses were some of the best runners ever have run. Today, cantering along these hallowed paths, I am struck by participation with people from the best caliber to the most beginner novice.
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