A few weeks back I got an email from MarathonTours that promoted “the second inaugural Madagascar Marathon.” I’ve had some issues with MarathonTours, particularly with regards to the real inaugural Madagascar Marathon that I ran this year. So I was already predisposed to have issues with ANYTHING they sent out regarding it. But for the […]
I’m worried about the race on Sunday. I just don’t feel ready. I don’t feel prepared. I feel… nervous? Terrified, even. I’m sleeping terribly, which is par for the course for me for years now. But I’m waking up feeling restless, achy, even a bit more exhausted than when my head first hit the pillow. […]
Mom is doing her second Merrie Mile this weekend and we picked up her bib today. I failed to snap a photo — we’ll get one of her rockin’ her number on race day. But here’s her name in laptop lights! So come Saturday I’ll be cheering her on – I’m Karen’s Son, don’t cha […]
“Oh!” I thought to myself during my slow, slow, painfully slow in oh-so-many ways run this morning. “I’ll run up to the top of Diamond Head Crater! That’ll be a fun hill challenge and will partially excuse this hurt-ass (in oh-so-many ways) pace!” And as I headed to the cross walk, I came upon this […]
Upon reflection, at least in part, this is why I run: Over the course of my marathoning, I’ve been trying to avoid repeating races whenever possible as there are just so many things I HAVEN’T seen and done; it seems silly to go somewhere I’ve already been when I could go some place new and […]
I didn’t want to go. But I do want a hula pie later. So I finally after much dilly dallying got out the AirBNB door for a short run. Given the calorie bomb of gooey goodness that awaits, I probably should have gone for a longer one. Island time. Island distances.
In January 2018 I’m running a marathon at an Air Force base in Warner Robins, Georgia. The race organizers just sent me the following email: I’m not sure, but I think there would be less checks for me to buy a gun than it will be for me to run this marathon. That’s a crazy, […]
I’m in a dark place; I seem to have gone from renting an apartment in such a land to being landed gentry; if not a permanent resident there I certainly have a vacation home amongst the dismal and depressed. There are times when I aspirationally seek to write something profound… or maybe insightful… but at […]
There are a number of ways for me to fail when it comes to running. My alarm went off this morning and I ignored it. I ate a ton of crappy, empty caloric depressingly bad for me and not even all that tasty foodstuffs. I disappeared down a couple of i-rabbit holes, the tumbling, spiraling […]
One of my favorite quotes about southern California comes from Joan Didion’s Slouching Towards Bethlehem (1968): “Some people around San Bernardino say that Arthwell Hayton suffered; others say that he did not suffer at all. Perhaps he did not, for time past is not believed to have any bearing upon time present, or future, out […]