|(Currently I am training for my first mountain|
marathon and it just feels right to have a
mustache - my wife says it's my face
and begrudgingly accepts it. She
secretly love its even if she doesn't know.)
I suppose it all started in seminary when a thought grew into my head that I should grow a beard, and not just any beard but a beard worthy of my current quest in life. Thus began a long and strange affair into the art of growing and sculpting facial hair.
One thing I noticed almost immediately was that I felt as though my personality slightly changed depending on the facial hair I wore. Subtle changes that allowed me to also to toy around with redefining who I was as a person from time to time.
This was the process of how growing facial hair became intertwined with my running. I remember distinctly the conversation with my brother Bryan. "We are getting ready to run our first marathon. The Memphis marathon is in early December. Don't you think we should have beards?" You can imagine the in depth conversation that followed with many ins-and-outs.
|(This shot of my brother and dad shows the glory of the|
chops. One of my favorites!)
A few years later as we trained for the Boston marathon we had a similar talk. "You know Boston is in April and the beard just does not feel right." And to the chagrin of our wives one of us said, "I am thinking mustaches." So we grew some monstrous mustaches and we ran out butts off in the pursuit of our Boston Unicorn.
It may seem strange but the growth of random facial experiments has now become an intricate part of mine and my brother's running. Mustaches, beards, chops, and even being clean shaven have become a part of being a Baddrunner!
|(In absence of finding a good shot with|
a beard I'll add the Boston mustache
marathon run shot. It was a rough day
but who's mustache looked better?)
Just as often people bluntly, with a look as though there is something wrong with me will ask, "Why do you run?" Similarly people wonder about the facial hair. As with running those who learn to love facial hair understand in a way that those who do not cannot fathom.
I suppose at this point running is not necessary for my love of crafting what my face grows, but it certainly does still help me to have an excuse for why I am growing it when explaining to my wife.
|(I was looking for one where the beard had actually reached|
a more respectable status but this will have to do. This trail
that runs alongside the DC canal is nice!)