An offensive lineman who ran a sub-five minute mile
I inhabit two bodies. The first is 6’ 4” of aging muscle that once topped the scales at 289 lbs. The second is 5’ 10”, 166 lbs and pretty fast. Both are writers.
Each occupies my ego. When necessary, the little guy can outrun the big guy, but the giant can wrestle the runner into submission at will. He won the contest of what to call my company.
The rockets? I’ve loved them since I was four feet tall.