In 490 BC, the Greeks defeated the Persians at Marathon. To spread the happy news of the victory, a soldier ran 26 miles to announce the victory. Hence the Marathon was born.
And the soldier who ran the 26 miles died.
I remember the second part of the story more than the first and this is why I don’t run. I also pray the zombies are George Romero’s rather than the Resident Evil kind.
But I will run from dinosaurs.
I think I may have spent too much time with Netflix this weekend.
Until next time, stay healthy.