Now that’s what you could call….uh…perseverance? Toward the end of 1971, I was still pretty young. And relatively healthy (despite the recreational inclination of those iconic 70s and a two year old cigarette habit that would last for another 40 years). I was also serving time in the U.S. Army as a clerk/typist running an offset printer in a tiny, windowless room on the first floor of the Army Security building at Fort Meade, Maryland. I still wonder about that from time to time but heck, we all do things throughout life that don’t necessarily fit in with who we are. Or aren’t. So, the healthy part: Three friends and I started getting up early to run laps around an on-base park. It wasn’t really any kind of physical regimen - more a group activity that wasn’t regulated by any part of our military lives. One day we saw a bulletin board notice about an informal inter-unit track and field competition. It included all the usual events – shot put, javelin throw, long jump,