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...

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...

The Lost Weekend (Or, Entropy 101)

I called my sister-in-law from the lobby. My nephew answered. “Where are you?” he asked in his hushed, adorable phone voice. “I’m on my way to the park to meet Aunt Abbi,” I replied. “So are we!” he said, only slightly-more...

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...