If you’re going to be a terrible, occasionally hungover, inconveniently sick, low-gear, slow but enthusiastic runner, you should at least have the benefit of being rich to even those deficits out. Unfortunately, rich I am not. I greeted the New Year with $211 after six months of unemployment and $537.00 in mandatory bar dues, but damn if I didn’t spend ninety of those dollars on a tiny race I’ve been dying to run since before I…
