In Springfield, Ohio, there's a stretch of road that used to be called Highway 68. It's a road Ron Burton knew better than anyone. Five days a week, at exactly 4:30am, he'd lace up his dad's work boots - big, clunky shoes with no treads - and head out his front door. He'd take a left down Highway 68, and run. Seven miles. Rain or shine. No matter what.
Today, in Hubbardston, Massachusetts, there's a special place in the countryside. A place where a hundred campers wake up every morning at 4:30am. They lace up their sneakers, take a left out of the bunkhouse, and run seven miles. Rain or shine. No matter what.
It's a place where Ron Burton's life and his legacy begin to blur. Where every detail , every idea, and every triumph reflects a lifetime of hard lessons. And a lifetime of giving.
It's the Ron Burton Training Village. And here, every day is worth a lifetime.
