Amidst my Mom’s postcards from 2013, there was this one from 2014. Halfway through the Hong Kong Marathon I was halfway through my “Road To…” series. A series that I will finish in 2018 at the Mt. Kilimanjaro Marathon, seeing as how it’s kinda the Road to Zanzibar. The adventures continue… even if I […]
No wonder I’m having issues with my running. I’m clearly wearing the wrong pair of shoes: I need something engineered to the exact specifications of a blundering, lumbering fool.
‘Twas the morning of Christmas and all through the streets I was a running… or perhaps more accurately I was trying to run. A merry Christmas to all… I got the merriest and best present. I got to spend a few days with my mom and brother. Merry Pitchmas and a Hap-Porg new year.
Hmmm… So I booked my flight to go run and then wander the Dune Sea of Tunisia , past potentially the Great Pit of Carkoon, and then out to visit the moisture farming homestead of Luke Skywalker. There’s a $17 cheaper fare on another website so we’ll see if Orbitz will honor their low price […]
So my Mom knew right where the post cards from this 2013 project were. Well, she knew they were in one of two places and of course they were in the last place we looked,. To be fair, and other, far wittier folks have already pointed this out, but when you find something it is […]
My wordpress theme for runkevinrun.com went haywire so I’m using a different one now. I tried to match the color scheme and the appearance layout but… I don’t know. Problems multiply. Took a Disney Day then with mom and my brother. Nice day… …albeit the trip to the revamped Hall of Presidents proved upsetting and […]
A few years back, I decided I was going to run 52 marathons in a year. The goal was obviously to average one a week but that also meant I could double up on certain weekends and try and take a weekend off here and there. I was seeing a girl at the time up […]
I actually have met or know everybody in this video. Congratulations, Larry Macon. An amazing marathoner and an even more amazing person.
Sometimes I hide. Sometimes just getting out the door is the day’s victory.