I was raised a Runner.
My father grew to love running during its heyday, when Americans excelled, Nike was waffling its first soles and women were finally invited into the sport.
My dad instilled his passion for the sport in his sons at a very young age.
And as children of the 80's my brother and I were spoiled. Our parents were raised comfortably, during a period of alienation. Third generation American, children of the Baby Boom, they grew up on Woodstock, Vietnam and Rock & Roll. Born into Catholicism, they met at Boston College just as both were beginning to question, and ultimately reject the church. 6 days a week of church services to zero. Trust in the Presidency to protests. Baby Boomers are a generation of love, passion and disillusionment. The world changed as they were inheriting it — what was promised began to be lost. Authority and order were replaced with a world that was what you made of it.
And as sons we were raised without a clear authority to accept or reject.
We were instructed to be good to others, take responsibility and to chase our passions with intent. It’s a directive that is both…
