The Ironman

“I’m crazy,” Dr. Klion says. “I jogged in from West Chester this morning.” “What!?!” “Yeah, I’m doing the Grand Canyon Rim To Rim in five weeks. 46-miles, five-thousand feet up and down, then back again.”...

Do Or Do Not (It Wasn’t A Tri)

Ah, the coveted sixty-fourth percentile. Let me be frank: I was neither properly prepared, nor properly trained for Sunday morning’s race. Heck, I wasn’t even properly rested. I’ll chalk some of it to the length of the event (a 2.1M run, 10M ride,...

2009 Miami Marathon (Or, Pull The Sunlight Through Me)

The last time I was on Miami’s Brickell Avenue Bridge, it was midnight. Hurricane Katrina was lashing the city with crushing wind and stinging rain. Nonetheless, my Video Music Award colleagues and I thought it a lark to stand defiantly mid-span, leaning into...

Run (Into The Arms Of America)

I love this country, though I wouldn’t call myself patriotic. I remember first appreciating the massive scope of the American landscape as I drove from Philadelphia to San Diego in college. The four-week, 8553-mile road trip saw me traverse the Mississippi,...

Five Boroughs In 4:25:01

I don’t care if I ingest another PowerGel for as long as I live. Or Gatorade. Or Cliff Bar. Heck, I could even go without Gummy Bears (at least for a few weeks). Yesterday was my ninth New York City Marathon. Over the course of all that running (1,194 miles in...