I ran from my den yesterday. I emerged from my dark hole and felt the warm sun on my red fur. I felt good and fresh.
While running south along the Rock Creek Trail, I spied two vixen shuffling ahead. Spring always brings out vixen. Just as I was about to catch them, I noticed Mark Hoon turning the bend and heading towards me. We stopped and engaged in small talk as the vixen disappeared down the trail...(sigh)
Hoon and I talked about training. His best distance was the marathon. Back in the day he ran a 2:24 and just a couple of years ago could still crush us kids (or should I say kiTs?) at local road races. From what I've gathered, he doesn't run a lot of miles, but does run most of his runs hard. Some good wisdom here.
After 5 minutes or so, we each went our separate ways. I bounded down the trail and then met up with Jim Hage. I turned and decided to follow Jim back to his home. Jim rolled his eyes and tried to brush me away, but I kept after him. I asked him questions and he answered with a sigh and a "that's right kid" and statements like that. He was set to run a race on Wednesday morning. I commented that I too had run that race before. Jim sighed and rolled his eyes, "leave me alone kid". I continued, "hey Jim (catching up) you actually beat me when I ran that race 6 years ago". Jim looked to the sky, "Why won't this kid leave me alone?". I giggled and followed merrily in his wake. When I got to his driveway, he said something about needing to go home and he went inside. By 10pm, when I realized he wasn't coming back out, I shrugged my shoulders and shuffled home.
Here is a recent story he wrote about himself for Universal Sports.