There is Another

I began this blog to keep me motivated to write about sports. For some hare-brained reason, even though it’s been more than a few years of playing the Grantland-Rice Wannabe on an every day basis, I thought my friends would still be interested in my worthless ramblings on what took place in the sports world.

Of course, now I mainly write about my adventures running with Ryan.

It comes as a shock when I meet people who read this publication (can we call it that?) and they find out I actually have three other sons. Everyone who reads it knows of Ryan. I have mentioned the other three from time-to-time.

One of my “Four Horsemen” though constantly gets lost in the mix. Wendy refers to it as the dreaded “middle-child syndrome.”

Believe it or not, sometimes when we are out, people, who don’t know us well or we haven’t seen in a long time, will come up to us and say, “Who’s friend is that?” After we tell them he’s ours, the reply usually is, “Oh, I didn’t know you had four.”

That other one is Luke – the third oldest of the Fabulous Rueff Boys. Luke’s a lot like me in that he’s constantly trying to find his niche. I’m 45 – be 46 soon and still don’t know what I want to do when I grow up.

He’s tried Taekwondo. He played the drums. Luke participated in Bible Bowl. He’s played soccer. He also belongs to the local TrailLife group and enjoys camping out and also shooting his guns and archery.

For the better part of the last year though, Luke has struggled to find himself and what he likes to do – aside from school, video games, helping Wendy with her Sunday school class and TrailLife.

Since I spend a lot of one-on-one time with Ryan on our morning runs, I usually take each night of a weekend and spend it individually with the other three. Fridays with Andrew, Saturdays with Micah and Sundays with Luke.

The Sunday night after Ryan had run in the Greenwood Christian Academy Hokum Karem and we had our worst long run ever, I took Luke for my ultimate guilty pleasure of Dairy Queen. We were in the booth eating blizzards (his a cookie-dough and mine a M&M-Oreo).

During our conversation, Luke paused and asked a question.

“Do you mind if I go with you to practice tomorrow night?”

“Why?” I replied. “You’d be bored to death. I usually read a book or text back and forth with friends or with Uncle Bill. What would you do for two hours?”

“No,” Luke said. “To run. What would you think if I went to practice tomorrow night and ran. Ryan along with Donavon and Garrett looked like they were having a lot of fun with each other Saturday at the meet. And, I’ve missed being part of a team.”

For those who know our family well whenever they see Luke the first question usually asked is, “What sport does he play?” That’s because out of my four sons, Luke, is the one who looks the most athletic. A majority of my friend’s jaws drop to the floor when I tell them he doesn’t or hasn’t played any sport since trying soccer when he was 5-years old.


Luke has always had that “athlete” look.

I basically had the same reaction when Luke replied to me that Sunday night. My spoon left my mouth and missed the cup holding my concoction as an M&M and a small piece of Oreo melted off the spoon on to the table.


My guilty pleasure.

I also need to preface this because the week before, Luke had chased Ryan around the house and caught him. Luke came in the house and said, “See, I could run like he does. I bet I could beat Ryan on a regular basis.”

Wendy and I had challenged him to go to practice, but Luke declined the invitation. “We all know who the fastest is in this house. I don’t need to prove it every day.”

I looked into my third oldest son’s eyes to gauge the seriousness of his comment at the restaurant.

Yep, it was that intense look he gets when Luke wants to be competitive.

I instantly texted Coach Ben Houston. He said he would be glad if Luke joined the team for practice the next night.

We asked Ryan what he thought. In typical Ryan fashion, he shrugged his shoulders and said, “uh.”

Luke went to practice Monday. Most of the team ran their “Mileage Monday” workouts while Luke ran and walked around the circle with the team in the neighborhood next to the park where we meet.

On Tuesday, the day I ran to push Ryan during his tempo workout, Luke had his mile-time trial. He was pushing himself and as Ryan and I passed him one time he was wheezing hard to catch his breath.

As I drove home that night, Luke sat in the passenger side of the car and declared.

“I’m done! I can’t do it. I told you Mom and you, I’d give a shot, but after tonight, I don’t want to.”

We left it at that. I texted Houston and told him of Luke’s decision. I could tell by the response, Coach was a little disappointed.

“Is he sure?” Ben asked.

“Yes,” I replied.

I left it alone on Wednesday with Luke. Neither Wendy or I brought it up or asked if he had any second thoughts on going back for the next practice on Thursday night.

I got home from work Thursday evening and yelled at Ryan to go upstairs and get ready for practice. I went upstairs as well to change clothes.

When I returned to the first floor, not only was Ryan on the couch dressed and ready for practice with his water bottle in his hand, but Luke was as well.

“Uh, I thought you were done,” I said to Luke.

“I kept thinking about it all day yesterday and today,” Luke replied. “I’ve decided to stick it out.”

I knew before I texted Houston that Luke was returning for practice, after I had told him late Tuesday night Luke was done, Houston was going to tell me that by the end of practice he would expect Luke to give a definite yes or no for the rest of the season.

That’s exactly what I told Luke.

“You have tonight,” I said. “But understand at the end of practice, your answer to Coach Houston’s question of yes or no is final.”

“Yes, sir,” Luke said.

He went through practice and the exercises after practice that night. As everyone else on the team gathered their belongings, Houston took Luke aside and asked him what his decision was going to be for the rest of the season.

Luke answered that he was committed to the team.


Luke and Ryan after a recent practice with the Genesis Cross Country team.

We went and got his gait analyzed and his feet properly fitted for shoes. We also got him some running gear for practices.

On the days that they don’t have practice with the team, but have miles scheduled by Coach Houston, I continue to run with Ryan in the mornings and now with Luke in the evenings.

When I run with Luke, I always talking about his form. I am trying to slowly get his mind and body acclimated to the newness of running. Although he gets frustrated because he sees everyone else being faster than him right now, the key will be to constantly be positive. Coach Houston is convinced if Luke stays with it, he can turn into a solid runner not only for himself, but the team as the season progresses.

Since Luke didn’t start right when the Genesis United Cross Country team was formed toward the end of July, he’ll probably spend most of this season trying to catch up with the rest of the team. The only thing any of us want to see from him is constant improvement. The good thing is we are seeing it.

Luke ran in his first ever race Tuesday night in the Lutheran High School Invitational at Southeastway Park. He got out too fast and already looked out of energy by the time I saw him at about the half-mile mark of the course.


Luke during the Lutheran Invitational. His first cross-country race ever.

The 12-year old kept pushing though and just when you thought he would stop running and begin walking the course, Luke picked the pace back up. Once he got through the wooded area to head down the finishing straight, Luke put his kick in and finished strong.


The Genesis United Cross Country team with some final strides prior to Tuesday’s Lutheran Invitational.

It was a proud moment because Luke had that same determined look at the end of Tuesday’s race as he did that night when he sat across the table from me and asked if he could go to practice.

If things continue with Ryan as they have after our bad run that same Sunday when Luke said he wanted to run, I am going to need my third-oldest son to get up speed quicker than expected.

Because at the rate Ryan’s going, he’s going to need a faster-running partner sooner rather than later.

I can’t think of a better one than Luke.


I’ll Take Three Words Over 2nd Place

Ryan and I competed in the 5th Annual Indianapolis Colts “Finish on the 50” 5k Saturday.

Last year, Ryan had seen it on the morning TV news program we watch. He became overly excited when he found out the finish line was literally on the 50-yard line of Lucas Oil Stadium.

Between the 500 Mini in May, the Sparkler Sprint on July 4th, and before we even knew about the start-up of the Genesis United Cross Country team, Ryan frequently asked me, “You signed us up for the Colts 5k yet?” “Dad, don’t forget the Colts 5k.”

Around Father’s Day is when I finally got us signed up for it. When I told Ryan, he replied, “yeah,” and rubbed his hands together like he always does when he gets excited.

Ryan’s runs lately have been like riding that proverbial roller coaster.

At the beginning of the week, Ryan has been nowhere close to the times he should be showing. He’s almost a minute slower off the pace on some runs.

Conversely, by the end of the week, Ryan’s way below the times he should post for those runs. That is if you’re going by the various training-pace calculators you can find on-line.

Last Tuesday, I broke down (after I promised myself I wouldn’t when Ryan began running for Genesis United) and ran with him at practice to make sure he got pushed. Even with me running with him, Ryan struggled on his tempo run. He was 20 seconds slower than the pace Coach Ben wanted.

Don’t even ask me about our long run the day after Ryan ran in the Greenwood Christian Academy Hokum Karem. I am trying to forget it even happened. It was that bad.

After Tuesday’s practice, I looked up Ryan’s log. No wonder he was slower than normal on Monday and Tuesday, he’d run six straight days. I immediately messaged Ben Houston for the explanation of the previous two days of practice. We decided Ryan would run easy on Thursday, rest Friday and then run the Colts 5k on Saturday.

Thursday’s run was supposed to be around a 9:00 pace for the five and half miles. Ryan ran it at 8:13 pace.

Amazing what 48 hours of rest can do for the legs, huh?

Saturday morning came and we went through our usual routine. Although I am trying to be like Summer Sanders’ Dad, I want to get Ryan into the habits Houston would expect him to do on a day of a cross-country race. We did our dynamic stretching and a one-mile warm up.

Once we finished our one-mile-warm up we saw my friend, Hannah’s, daughter. Vanessa is in her first of being a Colts cheerleader. I told her who I was and my connection to her mother and Uncle Nathan. Then I also told Vanessa when she talked to Hannah to say how thankful she is her mother, Uncle Nathan and I survived a game of chicken on a one-lane bridge back in 1990.


First-year-Colts Cheerleader Vanessa with Ryan and I before Saturday’s Indianapolis Colts “Finish on the 50” 5k.

I set the virtual pacers on our Garmins for 7:15 pace. I told Ryan our goal was to get out to that pace and then get faster every mile. Then when the watches said 2.6 we were going to put the kick in for the finish on the field.


Sunglasses on. It’s time to race.

Once I was done with the explanation of our race strategy, Ryan put on his sunglasses. That’s the sign to tell me he’s ready to go.

A few minutes later we counted down with the rest of the 4,500 runners and the race started. We headed east right into the sun on South Street then turned north on Pennsylvania Street.

We passed Banker’s Life Fieldhouse and before I could comment, Ryan said, “Look, the start/finish line for the 500 Miler Series and where the Pacers play.” As we approached New York Street both of our watches dinged. Ryan’s said we ran the first mile in 7:10 while mine was at 7:13.

We turned west on Vermont Street then south to Meridian and around the west side of “The Circle” and the Soldier’s and Sailor’s Monument (we will go north on Meridian and the east side of “The Circle” on Nov. 4 for the CNO Financial Group Indianapolis Half Marathon).

We turned west on Washington Street. There was a water stop just before our watches dinged for mile two. Ryan’s said 6:56. Even though Ryan and I were right next to each other the entire time, my watch showed a split of 7:18.

We headed south on West Street. I told Ryan his watch was our “official” time because there was no way mine was telling the right pace.

“Make sure we are 6:55 or faster now on that top number,” I commanded.

On the face of the watch, the top number tells us the pace and the bottom our distance.

“OK,” he replied.

We got to the north end of Lucas Oil Stadium on Missouri Street, I looked at my watch and it said 2.57 for the mileage. I asked Ryan what his said.

“Two-point-five-five,” he responded.

“When it gets to 2-point-6, it’s kick time,” I said.

“Got it,” Ryan said.

As we got to the south end of the stadium, Ryan said “two-point six.”

“It’s kick time. Let’s go! Go time!”

We made a hair-pin turn from Missouri Street to the south end of the parking lot of Lucas Oil Stadium. We headed back north to the field entrance. We got to the parking-lot gate when we were passed by a boy, who looked to be about Ryan’s age.

Ryan noticed him.

Ryan picked up his pace even more.

We caught the boy right at the beginning of the entrance to the field level of the stadium.

It’s a downward slope to field level. For whatever reason the boy slowed down. Ryan kept his stride and continued into the stadium. Once we were on the field, it was a mad dash between us to the finish line.

The Colts public-address announcer even said Ryan’s name as he neared the line.

“Here’s Ryan Rueff, 14-years old, from Greenwood, Indiana!” The announcement boomed all through Lucas Oil Stadium.

After we finished, we walked around the field. We even did some sprints between the 20-yard lines.

There were kiosks set up where you could use a QR-code reader on your phone to check your results. I didn’t have my phone that has service with me. I carry my old one because it fits in my shorts pocket to take pictures. One of the volunteers explained that the machines were also set up to type your bib number and get your results if you didn’t have a QR reader.


Come on. You didn’t think I could run a Colts sponsored event and not wear something in Broncos colors.

As usual on Saturdays of these short races, I had planned with my manager at “The World on Time” to come in at least an hour late. I figured we’d check our times and see how far off the Garmins were since both appeared to freeze when we entered the stadium. We could leave because I seriously doubted either one of us placed in our age groups. I’d have a chance to be on time for work.

Both Garmins were way off on the time. I was even more wrong assuming one of us didn’t place in our age group.

I typed my number in first. It showed I had finished with a time of 21:39 – 76th overall and 8th in my age group. My Garmin stopped at 2.99 and had a time of 21:55.

Then I typed Ryan’s number. He had the same time of 21:39 (a new 5k PR for him) – 77th overall and 2nd in his group. His Garmin froze then must have regained its signal because it did have him at a full 5k but with a time of 22:42.

Work would have to wait as the awards ceremony was to begin at 9:30.

Ryan had set a new 5K PR by one second. He ran the Monumental 5K in 21:40 prior to his surgery last November. It was also 2:05 faster than he was at the Sparkler Sprint 5K on July 4.

We waited for the awards ceremony. After the best stroller and best costume winners were announced, Channel 4/Fox 59 sports reporter Larra Overton began announcing the age-group winners.

Once mentioned, the child went up to get their medal and shake the hand of former Indianapolis Colt Marlin Jackson.

Yes, the boy who had originally passed us and then Ryan passed at the entrance of the stadium finished third in Ryan’s age group.


Ryan receiving his second-place medal from former Indianapolis Colt Marlin Jackson

When Ryan’s name was announced, as usual, he waved his hand to the crowd as they clapped. He quickly shook Jackson’s hand.


We ran our one-mile-cool-down run around the stadium. Then it was off to Speedway to celebrate with the “World’s Largest Dr. Pepper” and doughnuts.

As I drove south on West Street back to Stately Rueff Manor, Ryan looked at me after he swallowed a bite of his doughnut followed by a slurp of Dr. Pepper.

“Did you see that kid, who passed us in the parking lot, when we got to the slope at the entrance of the field at the stadium?” Ryan asked as he rubbed his hands showing his excitement.

“Yeah,” I replied.

“He didn’t know how to go downhill without breaking his stride,” Ryan explained as he again rubbed his hands. “I just kept running like you’ve taught me when we run down the hills on Skyline and Brer Rabbit Drives. That’s when I knew I had him.”

There was a pause as Ryan took another drink of Dr. Pepper.

“Yeah,” Ryan said giggling and rubbing his hands.

I just looked back at him and smiled.

A few minutes later, Ryan would have me crying.

We got home and Ryan went upstairs to put his medals away and shower. I quickly got changed into my work clothes.


There are three words for whatever reason people with Autism find hard to say. You know that they do though through their actions. You know they do with their kindness. You even know that they do sometimes even when they have a meltdown.

Whenever Wendy or I have told Ryan these three words, his usual response to us is “uh huh.”

It also reminds me a lot of my Father.

We will never know how much my Father was on the “Autism Spectrum.” I know he was somewhere on it. Remembering how he was and how similar his grandson is to him with his certain mannerisms makes it hard to believe John Rueff wasn’t on it. As I have written before, it’s why I am convinced Autism is hereditary.

Before I tell you the three words Ryan said to me as I walked out the door for work Saturday, understand, I know my father did too. My Dad always seemed to have a tough time saying it as well. Rest assured though, my father showed it a lot and still reveals it even after his unexpected death almost seven years ago.

I told Ryan I was leaving for work.

Then Ryan said those three words from upstairs that he’s never said to me before.


“Love you too.”

I cried all the way to work.



“So, now what?”

It’s what Ryan usually asks me after every run. At races, he normally doesn’t say those three words until we are in the car ready to head back home.

Ryan also asked it after every visit we had with Dr. Tentler.

We had a follow up appointment on Ryan’s orthotics last Thursday with Dr. Tentler. We like Dr. Tentler, but I am glad to report he said that meeting should be our last until Ryan’s orthotics need refurbished. That shouldn’t be for another two years.


Ryan all thumbs up because hopefully this is the last time we see Dr. Tentler in his office for a long time.

My standard answer typically is after a run, “Well, we’ll stretch, go in the house, clean up, have breakfast and continue on with the rest of our day.”

After a race – “We go get you that super huge Dr. Pepper and celebrate the accomplishment of finishing another race.

Once we are finished at Dr. Tentler’s office – “we get doughnuts.” Sometimes it’s, “We go back home. You do your school work and I get ready for work.”

Every so often though I’ll look at him with a grin on my face and try to do my best Rodney Dangerfield as Al Czervik in “Caddyshack” impersonation.

“So, what? So, let’s dance.”

That’s exactly what I’ll start doing along with singing the lyrics to the Journey hit “Anyway You Want It.” Of course, that’s the song which played in the scene when Dangerfield said it on the golf course while Judge Smails (played by Ted Knight) once again sliced his shot from the fairway.


Al Czervik says “Let’s dance.”

Sometimes I do it when we’ve had a great run. More notably, I do it when the run was tough and we struggled through to get it done. On those runs as Meredith Grey says on “Grey’s Anatomy” we have to “dance it out.”


Whether it’s been a good day or a bad day just “dance it out.”


Regardless of when I break out my dance moves – that would make members of New Edition jealous – I get that teenage roll of the eyes from Ryan.

With about 24 weeks before CNO Financial Monumental Half Marathon Training, it does beg to ask, “So, now what?”

In his heyday, Steve Spurrier had his “Fun-n-Gun” offense as he tormented Peyton Manning and the rest SEC on a regular basis. Well, the Runnin’ Rueffs will have our “Fun-n-Run” while building base mileage for the next 10 weeks. Then on July 30, we will begin training for our debut in the CNO Financial Monumental Half Marathon on Nov. 4 here in Indianapolis.


Spurrier in his heyday with the Florida Gators. Did you know he’s the only coach to be undefeated against Peyton Manning?

Since the OneAmerica 500 Festival Mini Marathon, we’ve been in somewhat of a recovery phase. I think that’s mainly been me more than Ryan. We’ve run a couple of days back-to-back and then rested. Then ran a day then took a day off. Nothing intense. Just nice easy runs on our regular routes.

As we build base mileage leading up to July 30, we can mix up the runs. We’ve already made plans for some of our running friends to join us when they want to have a relaxing run.

We also will probably see the Center Grove Cross Country team on some Mondays as we go to run the hills of Skyline Drive and Brer Rabbit Drive. We will probably throw in some speed workouts especially my favorite – mailbox fartleks.

Although the training plan is put together for Monumental, I will probably still spend the Sunday of Memorial Day weekend making tweaks to the plan my group of advisors suggest while listening to the “greatest spectacle in radio broadcasting” – the Indianapolis 500 – on my deck.


The annual tradition of putting a fall-race plan together while listening to the Indianapolis 500 on radio.

After our experience running the Monumental 5k last year, Ryan and I are excited to see what we can do in the half marathon race at Monumental.

Ryan’s probably thinking another PR, but for now numbers are the farthest thing from my mind. We will have a better grasp of that after we run our only race between now and the Monumental Half – the Indianapolis Colts 5k on Aug. 26 (Probably won’t be a good idea for me to wear my Broncos gear that day).

Like the Miler Series races, that run will give us a good indication of where we are after the first month of training for the Monumental Half. It will also give us a chance to see if Ryan has figured out how to avoid being “boxed in” like he was during various points of the 500 Mini.

Sure, things will become a little more serious once the calendar reads July 30, but it doesn’t mean the fun has to stop.

If you are a regular reader to this blog and live near us or by Skyline Drive and Brer Rabbit Drive don’t be shocked if you see us on a run and we do nothing more than “dance it out.”



It’s Almost Go Time

To the average person and even to some runners, Saturday’s weather forecast for the OneAmerica 500 Festival Mini Marathon looks miserable.

For Ryan – it looks fantastic.

For the first time he’ll get to run a race in his favorite weather condition of rain. He probably will be the only one who will have a smile on his face of every race picture that gets posted from MarathonFoto.

Unlike my first half marathon when the conditions were similar to what they will be Saturday, I’m mentally prepared this time for the weather. I only wished it would be a little warmer than expected.

I am excited about Saturday’s race for a number reasons. We get to meet other runners from the Coach Jenny Group. We are running a half injury free (unlike the Mill Race Half Marathon last September). We get to see how much the orthotics have improved Ryan’s running these last two weeks.

Although, I do believe it’s a combination of both the orthotics and beginning the IronStrength workout videos from Runner’s World and Dr. Jordan Metzl. When I look through the training log leading up to Saturday’s race you can see a difference in Ryan’s times not only when he began running with the orthotics, but the workouts as well. Overall, it’s about a 30-second difference in his easy runs. Easy meaning as we run I ask him if he feels comfortable and if he could still push it for the last half mile at the end.



Wrapping up one of our final runs before this Saturday’s OneAmerica 500 Festival Mini Marathon.


Speaking of times.

The last week several people have asked me the time goal I have for Saturday’s race. I would be lying if I said I didn’t have one. That since Ryan’s return my only goal would be for us to get to the starting line injury free and finish the Mini strong.

As always, I have two numbers. I might even have three numbers. The two set in stone are what I realistically think we can do and if everything goes perfect. Even with the pending weather conditions, the latter remains in tact.

You’ll have to read my post on Sunday to find out what the numbers were I had for us.

Saturday completes Ryan’s comeback from his surgery. I have to be honest, I wasn’t sure what to expect when he returned in February. I am thankful for the running community especially Coach Ben, Coach Tad, Coach Jenny, Coach Ron, and Coach Howard for guiding me on how to slowly bring Ryan back. Without their insight I would have had no idea how to properly train Ryan for Saturday.

I’m also excited because the day before the race we don’t have 20 zillion things to do. Wendy canceled Ryan’s speech therapy session. She can take Andrew and Luke to meet their TrailLife Group to go to Red River Gorge for their camping trip. This means all Ryan and I have to do Friday is get up and run a casual three miles in the morning. We can relax until it’s time to go downtown to the expo. We’ll meet our friends and take in all the ambiance at the convention center before heading home for dinner and watching McFarland, USA before heading to bed.

Regardless if we hit either one of the times I have, this weekend is mainly about one thing – fun.


Late last week Runner’s World published an article by Alison Wade about people with autism and the effects running has had. Here’s the link to the report –

By far, it is the best article I have ever read about autism and running. We have experienced everything with Ryan most of the runners profiled in the article have dealt with in the report.

Since Ryan began running with me in March of 2015, he has improved in school. Speaking of combinations. It’s not only the running but during his 18 months at Brain Balance where we have seen the change.

Before running and Brain Balance, Ryan was at the mental function of a 3-year old when it came to his school work. Now, he’s almost at the sixth-grade level. It’s a remarkable accomplishment.

It’s like Edie Brannigan says about her son, Mikey, when he began running and the change for the positive it made in his school work.

“I watched it happen,” Edie Brannigan said. “During those two years, something shifted, something opened up, and his thinking became useful in the way of academics.”



Mikey Brannigan


Two weeks ago was Ryan’s final exam in math. We hadn’t run or woke up to do IronStrength the day of the test (should have planned better with Wendy and did some form of exercise). I was in my office and heard Ryan yell out of frustration. I quickly went into our school room and asked what was wrong.

“He’s having trouble focusing,” Wendy said.

Instantly, I got Ryan out of his chair. We did some jumping jacks and squats. After he caught his breath and sat back done, he went right to work on the test. He scored 100 percent.

Sometimes Ryan reminds me of Harold Sylvester’s character, D.C., in the 1979 movie “FastBreak.” Sylvester’s character needs to pass his English exam to stay eligible for the basketball team to play in the final game of the season. Gabe Kaplan, who played coach David Greene, and the rest of the team try to help D.C. cram for the exam. Unfortunately, in the classroom setting D.C. doesn’t pass the exam.

Kaplan then has an idea of having the professor ask the questions while D.C. shoots baskets in the gym. They go to the gym and the professor asks questions from the test. After each shot, D.C. answers the questions as the professor records it on a tape recorder.

In the end, D.C. passes and can play in the big game.



Harold Sylvester as D.C. and Gabe Kaplan as Coach David Greene in the 1979 film “FastBreak.”


Ryan’s the same way sometimes. When he runs and I ask him questions about school, especially math, the answers roll right off his tongue without any hesitation. Now if we could find a way for him to write complete sentences when he runs Ryan would be an academic machine.

Ryan’s also a lot like Alex Schneider, the non-verbal-autistic man who runs marathons, when it comes to not feeling pain. If it hadn’t been for Coach Ben noticing the hitch in Ryan’s stride or him asking how much farther we had left on a run back in the fall, we would have not known the extent of his injury with the subungual osteochondroma.

Just like Ryan, Schneider doesn’t communicate he’s in pain.

“[Alex] almost seems impervious to pain,” McDermott said. “He almost has this muted sense of pain where unless you see the blood, you don’t realize he’s hurt. So we try to exercise caution [in his training].”



Twin autistic brothers Alex and Jamie Schneider.


Even after the surgery, Ryan didn’t take a single dose of pain medication to relieve any pain. When he returned I asked every quarter mile. Now I ask about every mile. I am waiting for the run when he looks at me and says, “Stop asking! I’ll tell you when I am in pain. Until I do, just run!”

Ryan also doesn’t have the tantrums like he used to before Brain Balance and running. He is definitely more confident in himself and his abilities. Since that morning when Wendy and I both ran into the living room, he has stopped spinning completely. To replace the spinning to an extent, Ryan waddles like a penguin and shakes his head, but he doesn’t even do that as much as he did spinning. Matter of fact, since the weather turned warmer back in March, Ryan hasn’t even been swinging. Not once!

Like all the others runners profiled in the article by Wade, Ryan has found acceptance through the running community. It has also led to him being more outgoing in other social areas especially his youth group activities on the weekends.

“When he comes here, he’s like one of the guys,” his Thursday night Bible study leader, who also is a runner, said recently. “He answers the questions when it’s his turn and has great interaction. Some times he gets off point, but that’s OK. He’s talking and understands the lessons.”

All of it showing we both have come along way since that Sunday morning in the pick-up line for Ryan’s Sunday school class at Mount Pleasant Church when he had a melt down and the gentleman behind me asked, “why can’t you control your son?”

CG’s Rock the Block 2017


Once again this year the Center Grove community got together to “Rock the Block” at Center Grove High School.

Last year, Ryan and I ran the 10k of this event. We ran that distance last year because it replaced our long run for the week. Despite the shorter mileage than originally planned, we would exert the same amount of energy if not more by racing the 10k than doing a 10-mile run.

Before I go any further – again as I will probably say every year – major kudos to Erin Smith and other members of the community for organizing “Rock the Block.” There used to be a similar race called “Race Chase” several years ago put together by the Maple Grove Elementary PTO, but was discontinued. Not only is having a race like this needed on the southside of Indianapolis, it’s another great way for the community of Center Grove to come together.



The hostesses with the mostes Susan Allen McCarty and Erin Smith the directors of Center Grove’s “Rock the Block.”


As you have already read things are a little different with our training plan for the OneAmerica 500 Festival Mini Marathon this year. Following the 10-percent rule along with Dr. Tentler’s mileage limit on Ryan has caused some interesting scheduling of our runs. Last week, for example, we ran Sunday and Monday and took the next two days off. Then we ran Thursday with our long run on Friday followed by Rock the Block on Saturday. Sorry Dr. Tentler, but we ended up with 28 miles last week (three over the 20-25 cap).

Anyway, having run 10 miles on Friday, we ran the 5k of “Rock the Block” this year to end the week and begin our taper for the 500 Mini. All week I explained to Ryan that we weren’t “racing” Saturday’s “Rock the Block.” We were going to use it to work on getting off to an easy start and settling in on what we plan to be our race pace for the 500 Mini until the last half mile when it would be “Kick time. It’s go time!”

It was a little colder than we anticipated for the race Saturday. Although we had wore long-sleeve shirts along with shorts we probably could have used our headbands and gloves as we did for the 10-mile finale of the Indy Milers Series earlier in the month.

When we got into the old Maple Grove Elementary School gym, we ran into my high school friend Bill Todd and his family. As we talked with them members of the Center Grove boys cross-country team, who for the most part have adopted Ryan as a virtual team member, came up to us. They asked Ryan how he was feeling and how his toe was doing since the surgery. Riley Turk also arrived and talked with us as he prepared to run the 10K on Saturday. We also saw Coach Howard Harrell and he gave us advice on how to start out the race especially with the first part of the 5k course going downhill on Morgantown Road then back up the hill after making the turn around at Stones Crossing Road.

As I have tried in my previous posts about our races lately, I am not going to bore you with all the play-by-play. Mainly just some highlights and observations.

We started about the midway part of the crowd for the 5k race. The Center Grove boys team was at the front. As we descended down Morgantown Road past the old high school gym, the boys team was packed together along with Keith Gemeinhart. They had already made the turn around at Stones Crossing Road and headed back south. As they passed us, it was like watching the pack of elites in the Boston Marathon earlier in the week.

Since we didn’t get to see them the rest of the race, I wondered if Gemeinhart had tried to make a move because several of the CG runners were adamant during pre-race-warm ups that if any “outsiders” tried to push the pace, they were going reel them back into the pack because essentially they planned to protect their home course. By the looks of the results, if Gemeinhart (who did win his age group and finished eighth overall) did make a move, the CG boys reeled him back into the pack and passed him as they took nine of the top 10 spots.

As for us, I tried to fight the urge to stay over 8:00 a mile because I want our half-marathon pace for the 500 Mini to be around 8:15.

As my friend, Catharine, pointed out earlier in the week when I told her my strategy – “You both are too competitive to take it easy.”

Once again she was right.

Right before the 10K and 5K courses come together for the final mile and quarter, there’s a water stop. We were between 7:45-7:30 pace at this point as I grabbed a cup from a gentleman in an Indianapolis Colts sweatshirt and hat.

“How are you feeling?” I asked Ryan.

“Fine,” he replied.

“You just want to go and race it out from here?” I asked. “If we do, we’ll have negative splits.”

“I guess so,” Ryan responded with his typical shrug of the shoulders like regardless of what he said we were going to do it as I wanted anyway.

We got to Water’s Edge Way and close to the last half mile when the driver of a black Corvette must not have read ALL the signs that had been posted about the road closures from 8 a.m. until 10 a.m. Saturday for the race. He reversed his car as he saw the other runners along with us run right at him. He got into the opposite lane and drove slowly along with us until he got to Lakeview Drive and could head back out to Morgantown Road.



Not the exact Corvette that made that wrong turn in Alberquerque and made it on to the “Rock the Block” course, but close.


I had told Ryan to put the kick in at about the time we had seen the Corvette. I did become a little apprehensive though because I wasn’t sure what the driver was going to do. He looked shocked to see all of us running on the road that morning. Ryan and myself both purposely slowed our pace down until we knew exactly where that car was going.

The pace and elevation, map of the “Rock the Block” 5k course and our splits.

Fortunately, we were able to pick the speed back up once we got to Hornaday Drive and and finished with a time of 23:33. We had negative splits of 8:02, 7:44, 7:13 and :32.6. It’s not how we want to run the first 5k of the upcoming 500 Mini, but it would be great way to finish it.



Another successful “Rock the Block” completed for the Runnin’ Rueffs.

I messaged Erin on Monday and thanked her again for bringing this event back to the Center Grove area. Like last year, I want to give “Rock the Block” a full review, but just can’t because I again had to get to work. I told Smith that some day I will either just call in sick or finally have a job that doesn’t require me to work on a Saturday.

Despite the cold weather, it does appear from the pictures I viewed that “Rock the Block” was again a huge success for Smith, her committee and the volunteers. There were several food vendors and other businesses along “Main Street” promoting and marketing their services.

It’s just another reason why I have always been glad to call Center Grove – “home.”

A Confidence-Boost Run

When I put together the training plan for Ryan’s return and the OneAmerica 500 Festival Mini Marathon, I mainly used a beginner’s program I found in the Runner’s World book “Big Book of Marathon and Half Marathon Training.” I did put in some of my own wrinkles into it.

Like several plans you’ll find for beginner’s, this one had the longest run of the training cycle at 10 miles.

Even though Dr. Tentler has put a mileage limit on Ryan, I knew a 10-mile-long run would not be enough. I believed we needed to go at least the distance of the 500 Mini once before the actual race took place on May 6. Back in February I scheduled a 13.5-mile run in our plan with three weeks to go before the “greatest spectacle in running,”



Taking the beginner’s training program in this book and making some tweaks has been beneficial as we approach the final runs leading up to the OneAmerica 500 Festival Mini Marathon.


Now I know what you’re thinking, “Uh, news flash, Rueff. The Mini is only 13.1.”

Yes, but if you don’t hit the tangents properly and have to pass several people, a runner can run closer to 13.5 than 13.1. Thus, I decided for us to run the extra four tenths of a mile.

Since our latest visit to Dr. Tentler’s office when it was decided Ryan would need orthotics to help with his “forefoot varus,” I have paid closer attention to his strides. I can’t constantly look down at his feet when we run, but yesterday was the first time I actually heard his left shoe making contact with his right.

We set out for our longest run of this training cycle yesterday morning with the goal to stay around 9:00-9:15 miles. Because by the book your long-slow-distance runs should be somewhere between a minute to 90 seconds slower than what you want your pace to be on race day. I even set the virtual pacer on my Garmin to 9:15 for this run. When a friend asked me earlier last week how fast I planned for us to run this particular long run, she replied, “You’ll feel like you’re walking.”

We also mimicked everything we would do on 500 Mini Day from what we would eat before the race, wearing our “kits” and doing our warm up. We even started at 7:33 a.m. when our corral is supposed to start on race day. The only thing we didn’t do was drive downtown and run the course itself.

We were 5 1/3 miles into the run at an average pace of 8:50 per mile (so much for that 9:00-9:15 pace and my friend was right). It’s also at the point during the last training cycle for the Mill Race Half Marathon, Ryan would begin to have issues and we would cut our long run short and head back home.

Ryan glided down Lacy Way in Pebble Run. Not only was he moving smoothly with what looked like as perfect as a form could get, Ryan had the biggest smile on his face. It was the biggest smile I had seen he started running again back in February.

I got a crazy thought in my head. “Why stop at 13.5 mile?” I thought to myself. “Let’s round this up to an even 14 miles.” For the first time during this training I felt “Me the Competitor” returning to my mind palace.

We were coming to the part of Pebble Run where Heckman Drive becomes Scott Drive going into Brookstone. From previous runs, I knew Scott Drive, Red Stone Lane, Wild Rose Lane, and Brookstone Lane comprise a half-mile loop.



Our route from Friday’s long run. Believe me when I say miles seven-11 are no walk in the park.





Here’s the pace and elevation chart to prove it.


I started to lead us to the curve and continue on Heckman Drive. Then I hesitated for a moment and said out loud, “the heck with it. Here we go.”

“You fine with this?” I asked Ryan.

“Do I have a choice?” He replied still smiling.

“How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine.”

We headed straight to Scott Drive and ran around the loop and back into Pebble Run. We crossed Morgantown Road and ran to our usual water-break point of the house where I grew up. We were close to completing the seventh mile of the run at that point. We stopped at the mailbox to quickly top off our water bottles from the hydration belt for the next half our run.


As we ran on Jackson Place and we stopped at the house where I grew up to refill our water bottles, I remembered my parents would have been married for 51 years on Monday.



“We are actually a tad faster than we should be,” I told Ryan as I poured water into the bottles. “You feel comfortable?”

“Yes,” he replied. It was a typical teenager response. I think it even include an eye roll.

The next four miles would be the toughest of the run. Even though for the most part the course for the 500 Mini is relatively flat (except for going down and up the tunnel under track at the Indianapolis Motor Speedway), to me and others I have talked to it becomes a mental game around the famed 2 1/2-mile oval.

Once you leave the inside part of the track and begin running on the back straightaway heading into the north chute of turns three followed by the main straight, where a lot of people stop to kiss the bricks at the start and finish line of track, there isn’t anything to keep you distracted except for the “Why you Mini” signs. There is music on the PA system and you can also see the NBC affiliate’s coverage of the race on the big screens around the track – usually showing the elites crossing the finish line.

This part of the run would be a good test for us both physical and mentally. Although the inclines in Pebble Hills, Villas and Silver Springs aren’t like the ones of Skyline and Brer Rabbit drives that we also run, they are no cupcakes. It’s a lot like the course of the Indianapolis Half Marathon at Fort Ben – the inclines never seem to end. Fortunately, we have run them enough now and I remember them from when I lived in Pebble Hills growing up that I can count down how many inclines are left.

We made it through the dip on San Ricardo Drive in the Villas then through Silver Springs and back into Pebble Hills. The hard part of our run finally over as we again crossed Morgantown Road and into Pebble Run.

Unlike the 10-mile race from the previous Saturday in the finale of the Indy Miler Series, Ryan never faded with me. He appeared to get stronger as we crossed Fairview into Innisbrooke and reached mile 13. That was great to see especially since we had ran the last few miles with the never-ending inclines. I wish I could say I felt the same way. As we crossed Fairview, I looked to my right and saw the CVS Pharmacy down the road. Maybe we should make another detour and get three bags of ice on the way home I thought to myself. My quads screamed – “ENOUGH!”

We pressed on from Innisbrooke into Wakefield. We got to the corner of Pennswood and Wakefield roads. My Garmin said 13.5 – a half mile left. I looked at Ryan and said, “It’s kick time. Go. Let’s go and finish this run off strong!”

We got to the yellow pole that used to be the indicator for Ryan to pick up the pace when he first started running with me two years ago and he picked it up another gear. That was also about the time we saw our neighbor Shari walking her dog Baylee.

“Looking good,” Shari said.

“Thanks.” Ryan replied.

As we made the turn on to Oakhaven Drive we reached the 14-mile mark. The pace peaked under 7:00 mark as we reached our mailbox and I said stop.

“Well,” Ryan said.

I replied with two words – “ICE BATH!”



Ryan cooling down after our 14.1-mile run Friday. On the right, “Micah, hurry up and take the picture! I need to get my ice bath!”


Boston Marathon

Of course I would be remiss if I didn’t say something about what Ryan and I will be doing Monday. Once he gets done with his school work, we plan to spend most of the day in the man cave watching the Boston Marathon while also virtually cheering on friends, the American elites and some other noteworthy runners. If you have family, friends or want to follow the elites make sure you download the app to your phone or go on the website – and sign up for text alerts.

Here’s who Ryan and I will be following in this year’s Boston Marathon

Virtual running friends and other notables

JoAnne Lavin – running for the Dana Farber Cancer Research and coached by Jenny Hadfield.

Jeff Lavin – JoAnne’s husband and also running for Dana Farber and coached by Jenny Hadfield.

Clare Connell – running for the Semper Fi Foundation and coached by Jenny Hadfield.

Cheryl George – was selected for her outstanding efforts as a teacher through the New England Acura Dealers and coached by Jenny Hadfield.

Brent Shirley – person I follow through #runchat on Twitter.

Lisa Johnston – person I follow through #runchat on Twitter.

Jacqueline Hanson – member of the Mile to Marathon group coached by Ron Byland.

Nicole Seiler – a friend of a friend and a Hoosier resident.

Ian White – person I follow through #runchat on Twitter.

Madison Armbruster – another person I follow on Twitter.

Jody Berinato – she was hanging out with my favorite YouTuber’s Ali Nolan and Hannah McGoldrick from Runner’s World’s “Super Secret Mystery Meeting Crew” so she is a must follow.

Monica Olivas – blogger at RunEatRepeat

Sam Ryan – MLB Network reporter and also running for Dana Farber

Kathrine Switzer – the first woman to ever race in the Boston Marathon returns to celebrate the 50th anniversary of her historic run.

Alex Schneider – 26-year-old-non-verbal-autistic runner. Schneider has come close to breaking a sub 3:00 marathon.


Jared Ward – US Olympic marathoner. Ryan and I had the pleasure of running with Ward the day before the 5k of the Monumental races in November here in Indianapolis. Would enjoy seeing the “run nerd” be the top American. Plus, he had a cameo in the “Super Secret Mystery Meeting” episode about the Boston Marathon course – so he has that Karma going for him.



Ryan with Jared Ward back in November. Ward is running the Boston Marathon Monday. He might be our favorite to win it or be the top American.


Jordan Harsay – on the cover of the recent issue of Runner’s World and making her marathon debut at Boston.

Meb Keflezighi – Meb’s final run in Boston. Can he make it as spectacular as the race in 2014?



Ryan and I with Meb at the PR Bell at last year’s OneAmerica 500 Festival Mini Marathon. We’ll watch Meb on TV Monday and see him at mile 7 at IMS May 6.


Desiree Linden – Team Brooks and the odds-on favorite to be the top American woman and a chance to win the women’s race.

Galen Rupp – can he do what his coach Alberto Salazar did in 1982 and win the men’s race? Will there be controversy if he does?

Who are you following? Which American do you think will be in the hunt to still win the race by “Heartbreak Hill?”

An Unexpected Visit & Miler-Series Finale

With almost a month left before the OneAmerica 500 Festival Mini Marathon, I would have never thought we would end up back in Dr. Tentler’s office.

Well, Thursday morning before Saturday’s 10-mile-race finale of the 500 Festival’s Indy Miler Series presented by OrthoIndy that’s exactly where we were.

I wish I could say it was for a follow-up to see how Ryan’s toe had handled running since being given the all clear from his surgery to remove the subungual osteochondroma.

That wasn’t the case for our visit.

As we stretched after our pyramid-interval run on Monday morning, I noticed the inside of Ryan’s left shoe had been rubbed off. It looked like he had been dragging his left foot at times when he runs. His right shoe looked like it was still brand new even though he’s put about 170 miles on the shoes since coming back in February.

The scarier part for me was the location on his shoe. It was in the exact same area where Dr. Tentler had made the incision back in November to remove the subungual osteochondroma.

Below are the pictures of Ryan’s shoes and X-ray of the subungual osteochondroma

“You been dragging your foot when you run?” I asked Ryan.

“No,” Ryan said. “And I am not hurting!”

If you have followed my blog through the time we found out about the subungual osteochondroma and that Ryan would need surgery to remove it, you know he doesn’t feel pain. He knew what my next question was going to be and beat me to it before I could ask it.

We walked into the house. Wendy had already begun the school day with Micah. When she came to a pause of reading to him, I looked at her and said, “I think we have a problem. We might need to go see Dr. Tentler again.”

“For what?” She asked.

“This,” I replied as I showed her the shoe. “And if I was a betting man, I’d say this is what’s caused him to have surgery in the first place.”

She had that look like I was making a big deal about something minor. I went into my “let’s compromise” voice and said, “Alright before I call Dr. Tentler. I’ll message those who have been helping with Ryan and my friend, who is a doctor and physical therapist to get their opinions.”


All my running friends agreed something didn’t look right with Ryan’s left shoe. Then I got the reply from my doctor/physical therapist friend that sealed the deal of me calling Dr. Tentler. Upon looking at the pictures of the shoes, she replied, “I would need to see his gait, but damn…”

I didn’t get her reply until I got home from work that evening. It was too late to call Tentler’s office. I called the next morning. The receptionist said I could get Ryan in on Thursday.

Prior to the appointment, I did research on my own. Ryan still had two pairs of his older running shoes. I could see if they were rubbed off like his current pair. Both older pairs were chafed at the same place as his existing ones.

After I got home from work Wednesday night I took him over to the CLC and recorded him on the treadmill. I filmed him walking for two minutes and then I recorded him in regular time and in slow motion running at what I perceive as our race pace for the 500 Mini.

I also looked up information about autism and kids dragging their feet when they walked or ran. I wanted to go into the appointment with Dr. Tentler with as many facts as I could get about Ryan’s foot.

My biggest concern going into the meeting with Dr. Tentler was he would find something seriously wrong with the foot. He would want Ryan shutdown again. That would be a crushing blow especially with how excited Ryan is about running the final 10-mile race, Rock the Block and the Mini.

As he began his examination of Ryan’s feet, Dr. Tentler asked me if I had kept to my word about having Ryan only running 20-25 miles a week upon his return.

Since Ryan returned on Feb. 2, we have adhered to the standard 10 percent rule of running miles. We have only increased his weekly mileage by 10 percent from the previous week as we have progressed through training for the 500 Mini. His longest run has been 10 miles the last two weeks. Subsequently, doing the IronStrength workouts, I have us only running four days a week instead of five.

Dr. Tentler looked at Ryan’s feet. He looked at the shoes. He also watched the videos I had recorded on my phone from the treadmill. Then he watched Ryan walked up and down the hallway of the office.

Ryan didn’t show it while he walked in the hallway, but on the slow-motion video Dr. Tentler finally saw the evidence he needed to see with Ryan’s gait. It’s not every stride he makes but occasionally, he could see where Ryan’s left foot comes over and slightly brushes against his right.

Fortunately, it appears Ryan’s foot ailment will be somewhat of an easy fix. According to Dr. Tentler, Ryan has “forefoot varus.” Basically, in Ryan’s foot the bones in the front of the foot aren’t aligned in relation to the heel. Usually in this condition it causes the bones on the inside edge of the foot to sit higher off the ground that the outside of the foot during weight bearing.

Dr. Tentler asked Ryan if he had any pain with his shins as with this condition shin splints are common. Ryan shook his head in the negative. That’s when Dr. Tentler remembered, “I keep forgetting his pain threshold is off the charts. Of course, he probably didn’t feel anything.”

“Probably not,” I replied. “Trust me. When I’m not asking him multiplication questions, I am asking him how he’s feeling and if he has any pain.”

I returned a question to Dr. Tentler, “You think there might be a correlation between where Ryan’s rubbing on his left shoe and the osteochondroma?”

“More than likely,” Tentler replied.

Finally, Tentler got down to business and said it was time to get Ryan orthotic inserts for his feet. We return Tuesday for Ryan to be casted and have orthotics made for his shoes. Hopefully, we will have him adjusted to them in time to run in the Mini.

Miler Series Finale

Saturday morning came quick after being up a little later than I wanted studying for my MBA class. My alarm had been buzzing for at least 15 minutes before I finally realized it.

I hoped it would be a little warmer on Saturday morning than the forecasted 34 degrees. Our shorts I wanted to get to match the tank tops I planned for us to wear for the Mini had arrived Friday. I thought it would be an excellent idea for us to test the kit in the 10-mile run prior to running in them for the Mini.

Using the always helpful Runner’s World tool “What to Wear,” I plugged in the possible weather conditions for the race. It suggested a long-sleeve shirt, something to cover the ears, gloves and shorts. So, I decided we’d go with our Butler headbands, long-sleeve shirts with the tank tops over them, the shorts and gloves.

We arrived at Banker’s Life Fieldhouse ready for the finale. We did most of the pre-requisites before the race. We met up with good high school friend Mikeal Gordon and his friend

 As we were talking and before taking our pre-race picture, Ryan wasn’t wasting any time Saturday morning. He had slipped on his sunglasses. He suddenly had gotten his serious gameface on a few minutes earlier than normal.

“He’s ready to go, Rob,” Gordon said.

“Yep,” I replied. “He’s all business.”



Always good to see Mikeal and his friend MiChelle at the races.


A few minutes later we went out and began our warm up. We did some dynamic stretches in the ally between a parking garage and the fieldhouse. What amazed me as we stretched there was a man in his running gear smoking cigarettes and stretching in the same area. As we finished caricoa drill, I told Ryan it was time for us to go somewhere else because the smoke was getting to me.



Finished the warm up and now ready to tackle the 10-mile finale of the Indy Miler Series.


We ended up going to the starting line and doing some sprints from the fieldhouse to south street and back.

There was an announcement for everyone to begin lining up with their corresponding corrals. We looked for the person who would be setting an eight-minute pace through Clif Bars. We talked to him for a few moments and then it was time to start.

Right at 8 a.m., Indy Car driver Pippa Mann waved the green flag and we were off. I told Ryan our goal was to stay as close as we could with the Pacer. That lasted about a mile and half.

Once I knew we wouldn’t be able to keep up with the pacer, I decided we were going to focus on ourselves, which is what we should have done in the first place. I slowed the pace down to 8:15-8:30. As we ran some runners asked me what I was pacing Ryan at since his return and what I thought we could do at the Mini. I responded by saying I had hoped we could run as we were for most of the Mini and then be ready for a strong push the last couple of miles.

“He’s determined that he’s going to beat his time from last year,” I told one runner who we stayed with for most of the race Saturday.

“He really looks in control,” one lady replied.

From Massachusetts Avenue to Fountain Square Ryan began to fade again. I expected that since this was only the second time he would have run 10 miles.

Something must have clicked because as we ran on East Pleasant Run Parkway, I told Ryan we only had two-and-half miles left. He instantly picked up his pace.

We made it to the final water stop where the 500 Festival Princesses were passing out the water and Gatorade cups. Ryan pointed at one of the princesses and took the cup. One sip of water then he dumped the rest of it over his head.

We passed through the Lilly campus and the water fountain outside the main building that my Dad was always fascinated with (he was amazed that how high the water in the fountain went was based on the speed of the wind).

With a half mile left I said those words Ryan lives to run for “It’s kick time! Time to go!”

As we made our way down Pennsylvania Street to the finish line, I looked back at him and told him to catch me. He caught me as I was giving someone a high five at South Street. Then I pointed at a few runners in front of us and I said, “we need to pass them at the underpass.”


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Running through the underpass and passing the people I had told Ryan we needed to pass before the fieldhouse. (photo courtesy of Cindy Need).



Then we got to the south end of the fieldhouse. That’s when I became a runner and a cheerleader.

“Come on, Ryan! Crush me! All these people want to see you beat me! All you got right here!”

Nearing the finish line I reminded him to put his arms in the air.

Ten miles complete – victory achieved completing the Miler Series. The “kick” no longer seemed to be in neutral as Ryan said he felt it was in the six miler back in March.


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Nearing the finish line with arms up in the air for the victory of conquering 10 miles of the Indy Miler Series. (photo courtesy of Cindy Need).


I didn’t stop my watch until we were completely through the finish line. It read 1:22:19. That was about two and half minutes slower than last year’s 10-mile time when the race started and finished at the NCAA Hall of Champions.

When we went to obtain our results inside Banker’s Life Fieldhouse, we were told there had been a mix up regarding the bib numbers and the chip stickers on the back. The bibs with the first two numbers of 63 and those with 66 had the wrong chips stickered on the back. They asked us to come back a few minutes later for the results.

When we returned, they hadn’t got them all completely switched but could tell us our times. Ryan had beat me by a second – 1:22:13 to 1:22:14.



“Got Dad by a second again.” I am already trying to decide what our PR-bell picture will look like at the Mini.


Considering Ryan went two months without running and only began speed work a couple of weeks ago, I am ecstatic where we are with a month left before the Mini.


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The splits from Saturday’s 10-mile race.


If the orthotics do their thing once he’s adjusted to them, the Mini could be a profound way for Ryan to truly say his return is complete.


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Of course you eat doughnuts after crushing 10 miles.