Wow! You actually clicked the link?! Cool! Guess that means you want to know something about me? I’m Miguel and I like to run, bike and swim <–(not very well). I guess out of the 3, I consider myself a runner most of all. I spend a lot of time reading, talking and interacting with the running community so I thought it would be cool to share ideas and knowledge I gain along the way.
I’m originally from Argentina but moved to the U.S. when I was 4 years old. We lived in Detroit for a few years before moving to Texas, the state I affectionately call home. My wife and I live in a community just outside of Houston, a town called Magnolia. The running and biking community is really strong, not a day goes by that we don’t see someone running or a tri bike cruising up the road.
I can’t really remember when I thought I’d like running or how I even thought running would be something I’d like to do. I remember a trip we took to Galveston once, I must have been 10 or 11 years old. I saw a pier way off in the distance down the shoreline and I remember running all the way there and back. The next running memory I have was in Junior High School: I remember running laps around the field. Somehow I ended up on the track team, which consisted of visiting 1 track meet where we had to run 1 mile. I didn’t train at all and I particularly remember the coach telling us that he’s going to know who’s been running and who hasn’t. I think I went .25 miles and literally walked the rest! 😀
Fast-forward to Orem High School in Orem, Utah. Once again I got on the track team to run hurdles. I still remember Mr. Walkinshaw and his instruction on proper hurdling. I practiced, ran, practiced, ran some more, and then came a track meet. There were only 2 other kids in my race and when the gun went off, I took off way too fast! I remember jumping the hurdles as if I’d never seen a hurdle in my life and getting exhausted halfway through the race. I also remember the meet wasn’t very well organized because I quit, walked back and the man timing the event didn’t even call me out.
The real running began when I enlisted in the U.S. Army at the age of 17. We marched and ran everywhere we went! After basic training and A.I.T. I had another 2 weeks of running at Jump School. We ran, then we ran some more. Did I mention we ran? A lot. Oh, during tower week of Jump School, I developed shin splints! It hurt just to lift my legs and get my pants on. But, there was no way I was going to repeat week 2! I sucked it up and made it through, earned my wings.
I went on to serve the remainder of my 3-year enlistment with the 82nd Airborne Division at Ft. Bragg. While there, I ran.
This is Layla, our Catahoula. The kids and I picked her up September 2012 and she’s a
good great dog! She trained with me all of Fall 2012 / Winter 2013 for my half marathon that took place March, 2013. Every time she sees me putting on my running shoes, she goes nuts! It’s too hot to take her out running now, in this Texas heat. We go for walks at sunset instead.
Well that’s all I got guys. If you want to know anything else feel free to send me an email! I’d love to hear from you! 🙂