The Ten Year Bet
In the spring of 2007 there’s a group of us Western States runners hanging out in Michigan Bluff talking smack like we always do. Who’s gonna kick whose butt in the race. Who’s the fittest. Who’s the fattest. And on and on. Then my friend AJizzleWizzle, a.k.a. AJW, a.k.a. Tan Mitts, a.k.a. Three Names, the …