author - "Preston Randall"

A very short, slightly humorous misadventure involving a remote-controlled ceiling fan, a dining room table with a footstool on top, a screwdriver, and someone who struggles with self-esteem when it comes to DIY projects. And aside from temporary emotional scarring, no-one was injured during the ensuing chaos.

This is the true story of my second to last marathon run in Edmonton Alberta in 1981 in which I qualified for Boston. The following year I ran Boston, met my wife Lynda and severed my achilles tendon (not that those 3 events are connected!). The Edmonton race was a personal best and the achilles injury ended my marathon days. This story takes you into my head from the start line to the finish in September of '81.

To my surprise (and delight) this was the winning entry in the Drabbles Contest. My Mom turns 91 this year and my Dad lives in a care facility some 800 miles away. They divorced when I was 13 and my Dad and I hadn't spoken to each other for about fifteen years. These stories are based on recent conversations and events.

A very short, slightly humorous misadventure involving a remote-controlled ceiling fan, a dining room table with a footstool on top, a screwdriver, and someone who struggles with self-esteem when it comes to DIY projects. And aside from temporary emotional scarring, no-one was injured during the ensuing chaos.

This is the true story of my second to last marathon run in Edmonton Alberta in 1981 in which I qualified for Boston. The following year I ran Boston, met my wife Lynda and severed my achilles tendon (not that those 3 events are connected!). The Edmonton race was a personal best and the achilles injury ended my marathon days. This story takes you into my head from the start line to the finish in September of '81.

To my surprise (and delight) this was the winning entry in the Drabbles Contest. My Mom turns 91 this year and my Dad lives in a care facility some 800 miles away. They divorced when I was 13 and my Dad and I hadn't spoken to each other for about fifteen years. These stories are based on recent conversations and events.