It was a cold December morning in Dallas yet one we had been anticipating for months. Downtown streets were filled with cars, inching their way, hoping to find a parking spot. The 2015 Dallas Marathon was less than an hour from starting time and my wife Cindy along...
Two Races, Different Perspectives Race day was here and Cindy, my bride of 26 years, was about to run her very first half marathon. She’d been training for months, preparing for the Dallas race and we were excited to cheer her on to the finish line. The starting gun...
