I don’t remember how I made it to Laredo from Houston, but I do remember the grain-free tortillas that Miguel Garza handed me after he and I ran repeat miles in the South Texas heat. It was a silly ritual that I looked forward to whenever training with him. Miguel was finishing law school while running a family gym called G7 Athletics. The consummate athlete, I never once beat him in those repeat miles. He had a sneaky way of pulling away without making a fuss over it. This skill would play to his advantage in the years to come.
