Driving down a rural road, tears welling in my eyes, my voice scaling octaves and my hands banging the steering wheel as the breakdown I never saw coming comes barreling toward me like a freight train.I was on my way to Kohl's. To buy running shoes.Track shoes, to be exact, for my son. The same son we drove hundreds of miles to Kansas for the national USATF meet last year. Shoes that same son wasn't sure he wanted. Read more >
Kids’ Sports
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