It is 5:00 am on a Thursday a few weeks ago and as I stumble downstairs with my eyes half open, wondering if I put my shirt on backwards or my slippers on the proper feet, I am greeted by a cheery voice. “Morning Dad!” Am I hearing things? That couldn’t possibly be Eric upContinue reading “A 50km Trail Race in the Dead of Winter…”
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Trailing (with) My Son... 