How My Dad Taught Me to Run
My dad joined me recently at one of the places -- Upper Union Street in Franklin, Massachusetts, the town in which I grew up -- where he taught me, my brother and sister to run more than four decades ago. Given that I'll be running the Boston Marathon once again this year, I thought it would be a great time to capture the memory and share the story... How My Dad Taught Me to Run When I was just a boy, my dad used to take me and my older brother and sister to a quiet, rolling, long stretch of road – less travelled, free of traffic and on the outskirts of town – where he would time each of us running for about a quarter of a mile or so, an exceptionally long distance for me…