A Post About Running Twenty Miles On Saturday Morning

The first few blocks of a twenty-mile run are populated by disbelief. “What the hell are we thinking?” gives way to, “If this creaky, old ankle feels sore already, how’s it going to feel in three hours?” Such was the case as Abbi and I...

The Dust Cloud Disappears Without A Trace

Two weeks ago this afternoon, I was in surgery. This morning, I was back on the road, running 4.87 miles in just over 51 minutes. Abbi and I rose in the dark, stretched, and started slow. We ran west towards the river, north along Hudson River Park, then up into...

Eighteen (More) Reasons To Love Her

I figure it takes a special kind of someone to wake up at 5:30 on a perfectly good Saturday morning, lace up the Asics, and run around the city for three hours. The really special someone, though, is the teammate who runs it with you. Yup, that was Abbi and me this...

Stars & Stripes & Brothers In Arms

I’m not sure which was sweeter music to my ears: the sound of the random competitor’s last gasp as I passed him mere yards from the finish line, or my brother saying after the race, “Damn dude, you crushed me.” Manhattan Island Foundation races...

The Morning Fog May Chill The Air, I Don’t Care

As I’ve said before, my favorite part about travel is running in a new town. This morning, that town was San Francisco. In fact, a good run had more than a little bit to do with my being here. My primary raison d’etre for this sojourn was the Y-Pulse Mash...