Shaun Hoggan

Walking off the plane today was not unlike any other day walking down the jet way. It was just a week ago while sitting in my isle seat the bloke sitting next to the window extends his reach over his wife, pokes me and says, “you know who that is four seats in front of you”. Awakened from my daze of running to get on the plane only to find out it was late, I simply had no idea what he was talking about. He says, “That is Steve Young, the foot ball player”. Not really caring, I pasted on an interested look of wow, you don’t say while I watched him extend his cell phone camera up into the air to take a shot of the quarterbacks balding head.

It was just last week when I recall walking right behind the superstar foot ball player noticing he was wearing shorts and seeing the rock like chiseled calves just above his running tennis shoes. I reflected on how flabby my legs had gotten since high school when my calves would have looked similar to the retired foot ball addict. I had plans that week to go running but being buried in the mire of month end telco and mountains of homework I never seemed to get out. That has been the excuse for what has seemed to be an eternity.

At 11:45 PM I pulled into the office complex on the corner of 7th and 45th and pulled around back and ran for 20 minutes in the massive lighted parking garage. Smiling inside about the experience I am thinking, How many days should I run per week?