On Thanksgiving in Detroit, a powerful parade of people pour into the streets of downtown. But there are no floats. They are part of the parade before the parade, the kickoff before kickoff: the Turkey Trot.
I had imagined that I'd be running this race well into my seventies, if not beyond. But recently, I've been having doubts. It's almost as if I can see the end of my life as a runner looming -- to my great regret and sorrow.