Shut up and run
As one of the 500 runners at the Rumba on the Lumber, I spent my first mile behind a guy whose shirt read, “Shut up and Run.”
I turned off my inner monologue and his shirt helped me settle into a brisk pace behind a few kids who may have been 11-year-olds. The adults around me looked like they were about the same size and shape as I am, so I figured I was running at the right pace.
Now, I realize that was not the right call.
As we passed the f...
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Neal Timpe
The Robesonian
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