No thanks to a chaotically managed series of delays and gate changes courtesy of Southwest Airlines, I finally made it to Sioux Falls, South Dakota. By the time my flight landed, the expo and bib pickup were long since concluded. The marathon is tomorrow morning; thankfully I was able to email the race director and […]
Yeesh. These official photos allow one to relive the agony of defeat… and hold up a mirror (well, binary digits) to show just how not-well I photograph. JULY 30, 2022 JULY 31, 2022
Having this week once again consumed like an SNL Conehead (that is in mass quantities), I found myself thinking I needed to do something to fight my ballooning beer belly and blubbery rolls that seem to be exponentially developing. Originally I had planned on a return trip to Area 51 for their race next weekend […]
Ya know that scene in Apocalypse Now when Martin Sheen is in a hotel room in Saigon and going crazy and you can kind of FEEL the humidity on the screen? That’s kind of how my night in the Airbnb went. I can’t complaint too much; the host was ever-so-gracious about letting me grab a […]
I suppose months ago this seemed a good idea. Fly up to Seattle, run a couple of downhill marathons I once used for a moonshot sub-3 hour PR. But as with every decision of 2022… of, hell, all of the 2020s… this one was a wrong decision. A late night Southwest flight was scheduled to […]
It was what it was.
I’m finding it very difficult to put into words the feeling of hopelessness that today brought. The best I can come up with is to define it in the macro sense with this image: The Shoreline Marathon bills itself as having “beautiful ocean views.” The marine layer was one thing but the real scenery killer […]
Forgive me, Pheidippides… Sunday’s race will mean it will have been 43 days since my last marathon. It’s been a regular spaghetti western around here: a bit out of sync, a whole lot of jangling spurs, and the occasional Morricone musical sting. The Good? Mom came out to California for a spell, her first flight […]
The less said, the better. The conditions and course were practically ideal for a Boston Qualifying time, so much so that I ran in my 2019 Qualifier shirt. But it wasn’t meant to be. I failed at each and every opportunity. Was it the toll the delayed flight to Denver took? Or the disabled tram […]
“Mercury is in retrograde.” This is what my friend said as we struggled to find parking earlier this week. From street cleaning notifications to permit only to loading zones, each “open spot” proved to be an illusion. I was familiar with the phrase but I guess I really didn’t know the details behind it. She […]