“Then something Tookish woke up inside him, and he wished to go and see the great mountains, and hear the pine-trees and the waterfalls, and explore the caves, and wear a sword instead of a walking-stick.” ― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit As an unwritten tradition from the Runner's Book of Common Practice, runners like to run the mileage equivalent to their age to celebrate their birthday. But as one ages, or his/her ability to run significant miles limits by injuries or other reasons, s/he has to find a loophole to such practice. As a true Canadian as I am, I have decided to run my age in kilometers instead of miles. Still, that’s 19.26 miles to be run. Coincidentally, I have scheduled a group run at Uwharrie to run the point-to-point 20 mile course this past Saturday without realizing that it could be my "birthday run." At least these would be hard-earned kilometers, right? Saturday morning we arrived at the Wood Run Trail head in dense fog. The six of us (Bran