jet lagged

Forty-eight hours back in the country and I figured a six klick run wouldn’t be that tough.

Forty-eight hours back in the country and I figured a six klick run wouldn’t be that tough.

I was pretty sure I would have inherited the family physique and been a connoisseur of stretchy pants and diabetes medications.

Was that thunder and if so were we venturing out into a lighting storm? Who’s idea was this anyhow?

Running is a metaphor for so much of what has been positive in my life...

I appreciate the support. I really do. But, I’m a toil in obscurity kind of guy.

Reading a bunch of my old posts I was just excited about being there, doing it, participating.

I dug this piece out of my archives recently, written nearly eighteen years ago...

Lace up in a strange hotel room and step out a front door with nothing but a plastic key card and a whole lot of curiosity

The world looks different through running eyes.

I’ve run a lot of races, but marshalling was a different beast.