THIS IS MY HALFTIME STORY: STEVE IVASKA
By Steve Ivaska “God, just don’t let me pass out,” I prayed, and began to crawl on my hands and knees through the snow and towards our lake house. It was the morning after Christmas in 2009, and much to the displeasure of my wife, Pat, I had gone out for a morning run, leaving her to host the kids & grandkids, and prepare brunch for the entire family of fifteen. But running several miles to help reach my personal goal of eleven hundred miles for the year was