You've seen them. The people with funny-looking clothes, a number pinned to their chest, and they're running. Running to where? Usually in a big circle, or in many smaller circles. Sometimes in a straight line back and forth. For hours on end. Why? Because they can. They're marathon runners.
This book is about a special group of runners: endurance marathoners, those who run dozens of marathons, many events in consecutive days. Or both.
We're all in this Together introduces you to a specific group of these runners who embarked on a journey to America's Dust Bowl to run 5 marathons in 5 states in just 5 days. They began as individual runners and left as family. Along the way, they found courage, inspiration, triumph, and friendships that will last a lifetime.
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About the Author
I'm George Rose, author and certified baseball nut and endurance runner.
I started running in 2010, and quickly became hooked. One marathon led to another, then another, and soon I was on a quest to run marathons in all 50 States. I've also begun running in series of marathons, ones that cover 5 states in 5 days, and sometimes more. It has become a passion more than a hobby, and I've met some fantastic people along the way. I am glad I get to share their stories.
I have two early baseball memories that stand out: The first baseball card I can remember owning was a 1978 Topps Rick Miller card. (I don't have a clue how or where I got it, I was probably five at the time.) The second is my first ever baseball practice; I was age seven. A family from Arizona moved into the house across the street. They had a my age, so being that we lived on a half-mile-long road with four houses (my parents owned two of them), and no other kids around, we naturally became friends. His dad had been a little league coach in Arizona, and got involved in little league here too. I don't remember any talk of having me sign up, or if I had any interest in playing. I do know I didn't have a clue how to play the game or anything about it. The first time I tried to hit a baseball, I stood on home plate. I missed badly with every swing. I played right field. Fortunately, my teammates were a little better at the game than I was, and we won the Little League Championship my first year.
Sometime after I had to be shown where to stand at the plate and before the cap was popped off the last red soda at the championship celebration, I fell in love with baseball. Soon I had all the baseball cards, knew all the players, and tried to play second base just like my hero, Sweet Lou Whitaker. Over 30 years later, I still have all of my baseball cards, know most of the players, and still can't turn a flawless double play. That's okay, though; baseball is a very forgiving game. I only play in the back yard now with our two children (who both knew before they were two where to stand at home plate), but I get to drag the whole family around to as many baseball games as possible. We will be attending a lot this season, and I hope you will come up and say hi! As anyone can tell you, every day is a great day to talk baseball.
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