I woke up this morning a little earlier in the hopes of beating a bit more of the heat for my run.  I did the same route as I did yesterday. A tale of two times:   This is not a good omen for the races ahead.  This is not a good pace for my […]

My vaulted ceiling window in the Guam Business Motel looks out directly onto the road.  It’s not a super busy road (is there such a thing in Guam?).  But I can hear traffic whizzing past at all hours of the night.  And whether they’re wild or domesticated (there IS a KFC not too far from […]

This morning… or maybe it was last night?  I can’t tell anymore… but at some stage in the not too distant past, I texted back and forth with my brother.  He asked me when I was due back to the continental US and I said I had to be in Boston for their marathon this […]

Notes From The Past That Inform The Present: I’ve been in my car on the interstate and had a blow out, the vehicle fishtailing and me frantically pulling off to the shoulder. I’ve also been in my car doing in excess of the speed limit on the highway and had the computer crash, leaving the […]

Unlike the supposedly organized tour of Tunisia, I’ve opted to see Guam using the patent-pending “tourism by walking around” method.  I have no set plan besides the marathon tomorrow at 3 AM.  I haven’t booked any day trips or even scoured Viator or Orbitz for activity recommendations.  I’m embracing the island lifestyle and just trying […]

I’m too lazy to google it so here’s hoping the sieve that is my memory is right. Wasn’t it Erma Bombeck who said when you look like your passport photo it’s tine to go home? I think that’s right. What does it mean when you catch yourself in the mirror of the airplane’s lavatory and […]

I just received this email from the good folks organizing the Kathmandu Urban Marathon I’m doing at the end of the month. I’m really glad I already paid my invoice.

Twenty, twenty-five years ago I was in an Honors English class at UNC.  It was one of the three lowest grades I ever got in college. It’s funny what we remember from moments in our past.  A lot is lost in the sands of time.  I’ve forgotten more than I can ever remember, and cannot fathom sitting […]

When I was in high school, I wrote a paper on Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice.  I was enamored with the book and though I can’t recall what the gist of my essay was (I suspect it was pretentious yet superficial), I do remember being scolded by my teacher for calling it a “fantastic novel.”  […]

I’ll be home for Thanksgiving anyway… so I might as well drive out to the Space Coast one more time.