It was a dark and stormy night . . . .

The dense clouds ushered in an early dusk on a late September evening.

A determined figure fast approached through the deluge, eerily silhouetted in the relentless sheets of rain, head hanging low under the fatigue of miles, body contorted in an effort to slice through the unyielding wind.

Lightening crashed in a blinding strobe leaving in its wake a seemingly impenetrable void.

Unbeknownst even to him, plodding through the darkness stride after unending stride in leaden shoes soaked far beyond the point of saturation, quietly and without fanfare, Running Bird ran his 3,000th mile.