Finally, Foogos Makes Puck Daddy

Finally, Foogos Makes Puck Daddy

So, here’s the thing—I had one goal at yesterday’s Columbus Marathon: to break the elusive three-hour barrier. I was on track, feeling like a well-oiled machine, cruising at a solid 6:56 per-mile pace. Then, Mile 19 hit, and my legs decided they’d had enough. They...