On May 17, 2009, I ran the Cleveland Marathon. It was my 15th lifetime race and marked the first time I had ever run 26.2 miles in under 4 hours. I wish I remembered the name of the guy in this photo with me. He and I cheered each other on to individual PRs in […]
In prior years for prior events, I’ve sent out postcards each time I embarked on one of my “Road To….” Marathons. It’s been awhile since I’ve done one – December 2015 had me run the Road To Singapore. But this August, I’ll hit the Road To Bali, which was the only Road movie to be […]
I made it so. It wasn’t pretty. It wasn’t fast. But it was done. ***
I still can’t. I just… can’t. My body cries out in exhaustion. My attention span is shorter than a 70-year-old man who occasionally resides in a big taupe house. These are dark times. I foolishly stepped on the bathroom scale this morning. It audibly sighed as the needle spun wildly past the marker I had […]
I can’t. That’s the story of today. I can’t. Everything is going wrong. This weekend saw a slower race time. The bathroom scale shows a higher number (and believe me it ain’t because muscle weighs more than fat… it’s because more fat weighs more than less fat). And my recovery run yesterday was a sobering […]
There’s a TV advert from a few years back… maybe MANY years back now. It featured a guy sitting on a curb outside a mini-mart slurping a popsicle. His wife pulls up in her car and says, “I thought you were going for a run.” “I got hot,” the man says. She looks at him […]
Twenty-six point two miles and two slices of pizza down… Seven hundred and twenty-two miles to go.
Ugh. I’m up, I’m up. Step two: drive to the parking area to catch the shuttle bus that’ll take me 26.2 miles from my car. Step three: run 26.2 miles. Step four: drive twelve hours… but gain an hour due to crossing time zones. Gonna be a long day. I’ll tell you all about it […]
Thirteen hours later, I’m at my murder hotel for the evening. It’s a spotty internet connection… I wonder if that’s what caused such wifi delights to have violent ends. For the record, I don’t know if there was a murder in this hotel or not. But I don’t NOT know either. This is how things […]
It seemed like a better idea to drive… It seemed like a better idea…. It SEEMED like a…