
I had a chance, last night, to do something that very few people get to do. I got to thank the folks that gave me the life that I have.
I am in Tacoma, Washington for the
DRSWCXVI, the Dead Runners Society's 16th annual World Conference. For those of you who DON'T know, and I suspect that's MOST of you, the Dead Runners Society was one of - if not THE - first internet group of runners. It's a email list that started back in the dark ages of the internet - 1993 - and had a profound influence on how runners communicated with each other.
In 1995 I submitted an email to the BIG LIST, as it was called, that became the first Penguin Chronicle in Runner's World magazine. It was an email, no more, but it became the template for the columns. When the column first appeared in Runner's World, in May of 1996, my world changed. And it all started with the wonderful people of the Dead Runners Society.
It's also an opportunity to spend some time with my old friend Indro Neri. He and I met in Florence, Italy in the summer of 1996, I was the best man in his wedding, and we have had a number of adventures over the years

including the Popcorn Chicken Odyssey in 1999.
There isn't time or space to describe Indro's level and depth of creativity. I can only say that it takes me about 6 months to process 24 hours of the conversations that we have.
So, today, I am grateful for the opportunity that I was given to be the voice of the second running boom. And, I am especially grateful to the membership of the Dead Runners Society - past and present - who were instrumental in giving me the forum on which to speak.
John