Aftermarket Add-Ons and the Price You Pay
Last November I ran my first half marathon: 13.1 glorious grueling miles around Dallas’ White Rock Lake. My prize for finishing? A shiny, hefty medal commemorating my accomplishment. And, of course, the finisher’s t-shirt (thankfully minus the slogan “I ran around the lake and all I got was this stupid t-shirt.”) I’m typically not one …